i love holding her close. and i’m intentional on being present and aware of how precious holding her close is.
i’m holding close these moments, these days. when one is so little and the others still too.
i’m holding close her little breathes to mine, i check still all through the night to feel her chest rise up and down.
i’m holding close her softness, and my boys closeness to me. when i feel like i have no personal space, i remember how quickly these days will go.
while i savor her sweetness, i cannot stop the worry. while i cherish my boys fun & energy, their rowdy ways still drive me nuts sometimes.
probably because she is my third and last, maybe because she is a girl… but i truly am cherishing everything about it all. somehow even cherishing the worry a mother holds for her newborn.
because before i know it, she’ll be a little rowdy along with the rest of them.