Fourteen months. Fourteen months of touch. Fourteen months of me caressing delicate baby skin and hair. Fourteen months of songs and whispers meant just for her. Fourteen months of warm, soft breaths upon my bosom. Fourteen months of elegant, little fingers clutching my own stubby fingers. Fourteen months of nourishing another person. Fourteen months of grateful eyes, a look that is forever engraved in my memory. Fourteen months of cuddling. Fourteen months of bonding.
Dear, sweet baby girl, I love you. Thank you for those fourteen months.
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I remember only too well that feeling. I hope that the rest of your lives together are as fulfilling.
Damn you.... I'm crying again!
How sweet. I'm sorry it's ended for you. I want to cry now :(
That really made me cry! How bittersweet for you. On one hand, she's growing and learning, but, on the other, she's growing and learning, lol. You want them to, but you don't want them to.
Beautiful pic!
Aw...sweet Laurel. She is an angel, like they all are...I want to cry on an almost daily basis mourning my kids babyhood. I just want to keep them this way for awhile longer...
Your daughter is precious. Her eyes remind me so much of my daughter's eyes! Beautiful blue! Have a great day!
Oh ... you made me cry.
They just seem to grow up so fast. Next week I'm leaving my little ones for one whole week....I think I'm crazy..I've never been away for more than a day! Yikes there will be lots of tears I'm sure.
Beautiful baby! She's a lucky girl to have you.
What a wonderful gift you gave each other...
and she is simply scrumptious...
What eyes!!!
very heartfelt post...just think of all the new memories you will create in the next 14 months!
Beautiful post.
Carrie
Beautiful thoughts for a beautiful girl.
May the next fourteen months be as much of a blessing.
That was me. today. to a tee.
It is a breakup. The wind down of the nursing couple is poigniant.
You got it here.
Beautifully said.
Lately that is all I have been thinking about. When they were babies. Now I have this incredible urge to hold one.
I'm constantly the first one in line to hold my nephew. It feels a bit strange at times, but it comforts that motherly-instinct in me for a bit.... so it's worth it.
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