Monday, August 15, 2011


Dear baby,

I’ve learned that sometimes when I kiss the palms of your small hands, you will curl your fingers around my lips. I’ve learned you love having your head rubbed when you nurse.  I’ve learned to decipher so many of your noises… your hungry cry, your peaceful coo, your frustrated grunt.

When we lay you down between us, we border you on both sides like tall, fortress walls and within that space we marvel at the kingdom that is our little family. We can’t believe we exist, that you exist, that love this large and tangible exists in such a small curl of bodies on a little bed in a little house, just a spec in The Woodlands.

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