Life with Baby

Time stands still, time rushes forward.

A day is gone and what has happened?

Change her diaper, feed her, make a trip to the doctor, go get food, do the laundry, do some more laundry, make another trip to the doctor.

Did I miss a day? When did I last sleep?

Yet, when she opens her bright wide eyes and sneaks a peak, my heart melts.

When she cracks a wry smile, I just want to hold her close.

What if she could be like this forever, so tiny in my hands, so beautiful?

She waves her arms about and alights one gently on her cheek.

She is my one joy, my being, my life.

She is my baby.

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