Cloudya
Sometimes he’s on his changing table and I make little munching sounds and nibble his neck and he giggles. I look at his beaming face and he looks back at mine. Little hands explore my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin. Mom. He laughs and little fingers pinch and dig. And ouch! And oh! My heart.

Sometimes he’s on his changing table and I make little munching sounds and nibble his neck and he giggles. I look at his beaming face and he looks back at mine. Little hands explore my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin. Mom. He laughs and little fingers pinch and dig.

And ouch!

And oh!

My heart.

Posted 3 weeks ago
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  1. dresspants said: I’m getting misty here.