She is mine

June 15, 2017

I watch her when she sleeps sometimes.  The thought that I created such a beautiful soul astounds me.  Sometimes I get to busy, caught up in life to actually live.  When she sleeps, it slows me down.  I have a billion and one things I need to be doing, could be doing and yet all I want to do is sit and watch her sleep.  She grows to quickly. I blink and she has a new freckle. I work too many hours and she needs another hair cut. I wanna remember her eyelashes dark on the ends with strips of blonde near her eyelids. I wanna remember her toes, that she only will allow to be painted when we have a "Mommy Day" and "get a pedicure because it's special to her".  I wanna remember her little lips and how when she was even just a baby she had the tiniest little top lip.  I wanna remember her little nose that points ever so sweetly north.  I wanna remember all her little freckles and scratches that leave the reminders that she was brave and strong. I wanna remember her little hands and "Skinny on the ends" fingers and the dirt under her fingernails because she is fearless, and loves life to the fullest. I wanna remember, because she is mine. 

 

 

 

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