Equally enticing are your naked baby bodies and the outline of your perfect little shapes showcased by snug fitting pjs. You are sooo Harold and the Purple Crayon. Oh, the way your pajamas cling to your bodies like sausage casings. It is just too much. I find you particularly irresistible when the jammies have stripes, thin stripes.
Jammies, birthday suit, worn out hand-me-downs, whatever you are wearing, I simply cannot imagine I will ever have kissed and gobbled you enough: your backs, your tummies, your eyelids, the yummy little meat between your noses and your upper lips, those tasty little toes. YUM YUM YUM. My tasty little treats.
In the midst of divorce, now, more than ever, my children look to me. "They look to me to see how merciful and generous I am in good times. They look to me to see how strong and faithful I am in bad times. They watch, they listen, and they model. Years from now I want my children to remember a childhood lived well, with a mother who was loving, consistent, devoted, funny, disciplined, playful, and totally present and emotionally available."(Kristin Armstrong)
So wonderfully true !!! I can't get enough of my little one either.
ReplyDeleteWow... what a great post. And a great description. I totally feel the same way.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the early morning chuckle!!!
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