Today I was looking at my littlest just sleeping away sweetly in my arms, when I came to the sad conclusion – yet again- that this was not going to last long.
Even though I remind myself over and over she is not gonna be tiny and so dependent on me for long. These thoughts become more and more frequent as she has finally started to take steps this last week. My other two children walked around 10 months old. This one waited until she was a year. Getting up the courage, I guess.
I always loved watching my little ones sleep.
Their soft skin and peaceful face. It is hard not to relax a bit just watching the gentle breathing and soft sighs. Their tiny chubby hands cling to you as you rock and sing.
These days will ebb away. A new season will begin.