School is coming. I can taste it. My heart can feel it. I used to love going back to school. It meant new pens, new markers, new notebooks without "my initials" hearts "his initials." I can still smell that supplies box. A nice mixture of pencil lead and crayon wax.
But this year, it's not so sweet. My heart is quite sad. I've been a little sentimental this morning as I followed our morning routine with Little One. We ate, we bathed, we played, we read. The only time Little One really likes to cuddle is at night, when she's so tired, she can hardly keep her little eyes open. And she never likes to be held like a baby- you know, head in the crook of your arm, other arm supporting underneath. She prefers to be up on your left shoulder, looking around, and never at you- as if there are much more important things to be attending to.
But that sweet little thing knew what her mama needed this morning. She reclined comfortably in my arms, stuck that thumb in her mouth, and just snuggled with me. She looked on curiously as I cried.
I know she'll be fine. It's me I'm worried about.
*Pictures from this post and the previous are compliments of my sister. Isn't she so good?!*
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