25 May 2020, 5.30am - As I groggily held her and rocked her to sleep, I realise how much she has grown. Only a few days away from 4 weeks and she’s no longer this fragile, tiny little thing. She’s not big, but big and heavy enough to properly fill my cradle. And there I go again with my hormonal tears. Happy she’s growing and healthy, yet sad at the same time knowing soon she will no longer be this tiny and clingy. Knowing one day, I will no longer be all that she needed. And I held her tighter in my arms, and breath in her scent deeply.
Quoting a friend,
The days are long, but the years are short.
Be First to Post Comment !
Post a Comment