Snapshots
Your proud, elated face as you conquer a new challenge.
The tender taste of your toes as I nibble them gently; the cool feel of your smooth soles against my cheek as I play peek-a-boo with your feet.
Your silken smooth locks, shiny between my fingers as I straighten them and let them curl up again, like stretching a spring.
Delighted peals of laughter as I exuberantly kiss your soft, warm belly.
You catching sight of me after an absence: the glee in your eyes, the happily impatient gestures of your arms, the melodic sound of excited babbling.
The comfortable weight of your body, moulded next to mine, as I carry you on my hip.
The way you fit perfectly in the crook of my arm as I read you a story, occasionally burying my nose in your damp, freshly washed hair, inhaling your fragrance.
Your little shoes on the doormat next to mine; your hand trustingly in mine as we cross the street; the way you look at your father, enchanted, while he reads your favourite books.
Labels: Cakes, on motherhood
posted by metro mama @ 12:34 PM
12 Comments:
You've captured these moments so well!
I was thinking just the other day that there's no feeling more wonderful than Scooter's hand slipping into mine.
I love this. They do smell so good that I could just eat them up. These are the moments that I want to freeze.
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Beautiful...artful post. I loved this. Thank you.
Well said.
I have a bit of a baby shoe fetish, and I love looking at The Boy's tiny shoes next to our gigantic ones. Sometimes I feel like that mundane picture symbolizes just what was missing in our lives.
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beautiful. i read this earlier today and had to come back again...those tiny things weigh so much. and in such a good way.
Oh, I love those same things. How nice to capture them up to remember later. No wonder we moms get so sappy - they are just perfect, and then they change. sniff.
Oh Julie that is perfect ... makes me really miss that stage.
VERY well written!
Sent shivers up my spine. I love to read posts like this one.
Oh this is a wonderful post. It sounds like you've captured her very essence perfectly.
The way you fit perfectly in the crook of my arm as I read you a story, occasionally burying my nose in your damp, freshly washed hair, inhaling your fragrance.
Those are my favourite moments with Oliver. You captured it beautifully.
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