Do you ever notice that your kids always look older in photographs?😭 Here is my littlest, during her last month of being two❤️ I mean, two is still a baby in my eyes. Two is still diapers and chubby wrists and chunky toes.
Two is monkey hugs and sweet smelling hair. It’s round cheeks and belly buttons.
And though two is the beginning of more spunk, more fearless, a breath of bravery, two is still mine. It’s still mama. Mama. Mama.
Three is just around the corner. Three is release. Liberation of dependence. We will be on the other side of baby world. More watching and less helping. A breath of air for me, until one day I will miss it. 💫 One day I’ll notice the absence of the legs curled around my waist. It will be harder to take in her scent, he moving heart will be much too busy. I’ll watch my baby girl fly.
So for now, I will pause. I will take the images that speak breath into my memory bank. I want to remember it all.