I realized her separation anxiety was worsening when she insisted I hold her hand while I was driving. My upper body stretched and aching from the reach, I had a distinct moment of savoring. Some day...I will remember these sticky-sweet skin on skin moments when her soul is clinging to the very need for me. I love motherhood...so insanely honored to wear this name.
Oh, @kanthabae ...this fabric is a god-send in this sticky summer heat. Thin enough to not suffocate my skin, but this stitching reinforces the strength and security of holding Fern.