My written and visual journal is 50% me the writer and 50% you the reader...I write to touch you.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Hold this baby close. Smell his baby skin, fresh and new. Touch his hair of gold and silk. Watch his dark eyes widen, not yet focused and his pink mouth search, not quite smiling. See milky tongue and tiny nose, a dimple in his right cheek like his big brother. Touch his long fingers and toes, caress his translucent skin. Hold this baby heartbeat to heartbeat.
And love him. Love him the way only a Grammy can love.
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