All Grown Up

She’s going to sleep in her crib tonight for the first time. We said goodbye to the bassinet today, and I feel like I said goodbye to all of her babyhood. It’s like trying to hold water in your hands…it just trickles through your fingers no matter how hard you try to keep it contained. She’s trickling…

Little Parts

There will come a day when the grasp of your tiny fingers around mine won’t take my breath away; when I won’t stare at your pouty lips while you sleep. There will come a day when the way your toes curl when I tickle them won’t send me into a fit of laughter or when the way you look at me won’t make me cry. That day is not today, my Love.