...when I come to your room...
...sweep you up from your crib to my shoulder and comfort your tears...
...how it feels to hold you in my arms and to feel your arms holding me...
...to hear your pacie squeaking...
...to see your fingers rubbing your blanket...
...that deep sigh you breathe when you are finally asleep...
...so precious it brings tears to my eyes and I sway back and forth for a few seconds more...
...to breathe you in...
...to remember...
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That's a mother's heart. I know exactly how you feel and I remember those sweet lil things too. It makes me teary just reading about it.
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