The house was quiet- & tidy-(finally, after a long day) and I paused by Harmony's doorway before heading to bed. The light from the hallway spilled softly onto her face in an otherwise darkened room. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps- angelic. I wanted to go in and run my hand gently over her sweet little face- to trace her dark eyebrows with my fingertip- but of course I didn't want to risk waking her.
PANIC.
My breaths quickened and my heart grew heavy in my chest as my mind lurched forward to a time when she will be too big to carry. And then she'll be too far to hold. Too strong to need my help. Too clever to ask me questions.
And I'll find myself standing at the doorway of an empty room- aching for those little two year old arms to wrap around my neck and pull me close as she begs me to sing "Opcorn" just one more time.
2 comments:
risk waking her and hug her and trace her eyebrows
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:'( You make me cry!!!
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