Tonight I let your bathtime linger.
I was the pour-er,
dipping cup in water
and letting flow a slow, steady stream into the tub.
You were 'discoverer,'
experimenting with the way the water hit your fingers,
toes,
toys,
head.
Filling funnel;
pouring cups,
stopping the flow with your chubby toddler hands.
Though you'll never cease being MY baby,
in the coming days, you'll lose your spot as
THE baby.
And, yet, it was so recently that I swaddled my tiny,
5 pound,
winter-born bundle
into my arms and brought home
my boy.
The baby I'd prayed for and wished for and hoped for...
for so long.
You.
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That was so tender Ade. I know exactly how you feel.
Awe....shed a few tears on that one. Enjoy this tender time!
Seriously- how do you make me tear up in a few lines. Yeesh!
So beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing that.
Always a hard transition for mommy as much as for the little one! So tender.
Sweet post Adri. At first I thought you were writing about your new little girl and I was freaking out.
PLEASE let us know when she makes her debu. If it goes in Adri time, she should be here any minute.
What a beautiful post! I found you through segullah just in case you wondered :). So glad I did. :)
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