This sock is much too big for her tiny foot.
The 0-3 month clothes swallow her up entirely.
Queen T threading (insert blogonym here)'s arm through what seemed like miles of sleeve in the newborn sized onesie was like watching a marathon in slow motion. The fingers, tiny as they are, kept getting stuck.
She and I spent the morning on the couch, snuggling, while her parents got some uninterrupted nap time together. Songs were sung. Stories were told. Kisses were given.
True, the conversation was a bit one- sided, but when she opened her eyes she looked deep into my soul.
Can you tell that I'm obsessed?
Yes, and rightly so. How wonderful that you are there sharing these first few days with the precious new life.
ReplyDeleteIt was a perfect two weeks. And they were so generous with her; I never had to be without :-)
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