Through all this stress about our apartment and losing all of our clothing, I come home to my little mister and I realize that some things arent as important as seeing his gummy grin as he realizes mommy is home, or memorizing the way his eyelashes melt into his little cheeks - I live for the moments when his chubby little palm pats my arm (or boob, or face!) or when his breathing changes as he falls asleep contentedly against me. The best part of my day will always be the silent minutes when he and I relax into each other, and he eats, and I breathe, and I rock. 💙
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 22:10:04 +0000
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