Little One,

You are growing bigger by the day, reaching for the world and the fullness thereof. Your knees are dirty from crawling, your smile wide from discovery. 

And yet, my body is still your cradle and your contentment. When your tummy is full you tuck into the curves and the corners of your mouth turn up in a sleepy smile. We are warm together, breathing together, and your fingers reach for my face to pat their thanks. With a little squeak you settle into heavy limbed slumber. 

After all the motion and commotion of the morning, this is your resting place, and I wrap my limbs around you, inhaling your sweetness.

Who knows how long these cuddles will last? The kind that connect us so intimately and remind us of our shared beginning? This is my resting place too, where life slows and comes into focus, if only for a few moments.

I take your darling dimpled hand, and kiss my thanks.



Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Learning "glad and natural living in the recognized presence of God." Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.

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