These are the beautiful days
when arms barely reach above
heads and lips slowly purse together
and pout as sleepytime stirs to
dreamy wakefulness
These are the beautiful days
when a tiny person’s entire being
seems employed in the joyful art of a
good wake-up stretch
These are the beautiful days
when tiny eyes seem fiercely blue
while heads tilt back, mouth open,
chin quivering, because being on the outside
is such hard work
It’s been said that freedom has a scent
like the top of a newborn baby’s head
And though I didn’t get to hear those lyrics in concert,
it’s a privilege to daily stop
and smell the music.
xCC
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How darling is that baby of yours!!! Can you believe that sleepy head was inside you such a short time ago… and now I bet you can’t imagine life without him!!! Love his hair and wrinkly baby skin and crystal eyes… just lovely!!!
Thanks so much! It is amazing to think he was still on the inside less than three weeks ago. Wow! He seems to big for that to be possible! 🙂
OHhhhh, he’s soooo precious!!! Can’t wait to get my hands on him!!
I feel the same way Mama!! xoxo