I'm writing this with one hand because my other arm is filled with you. I know I should probably put you down for your nap, I usually do, but in this moment, I just can't bare to set you down. You sleep better in my arms, the warmth of your tiny body is so familiar to my own. I know these moments are fleeting, and you're only getting older, growing into the amazing women I know you will become. You're looking more and more like me everyday, you came out looking like a mini version of your Papa. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited to see glimpses of me in you.
I struggle to find the words to describe the love I have for you sweet girl, I'm afraid there are none. There is only this, this moment, where all you want is the steady beat of my heart, strength of my arms, and the warmth of my chest. It's no wonder, my body was your home, it was all you knew. Now an empty vessel, I long to be near you. My heart breaks and marvels simultaneously watching your fingers grow longer, your face older, your body longer. One day you won't fit in this space on my chest anymore, so I'll remember this moment, etch it into the pages of my memory, remembering the time where the lines between you and I were blurred.
Love your Mama
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