Quietly she slumbers through the night. I delicately tiptoe into the room to check on her and often am plagued with feelings of awe. How is it that this tiny being is mine? How did I get so lucky? She is truly incredible. Every small inch of her has personality, tenderness, joy and innocence. May this feeling of awe last forever.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Peering through the crib...
Quietly she slumbers through the night. I delicately tiptoe into the room to check on her and often am plagued with feelings of awe. How is it that this tiny being is mine? How did I get so lucky? She is truly incredible. Every small inch of her has personality, tenderness, joy and innocence. May this feeling of awe last forever.