Photo by Daria Obymaha on Pexels.com Sinking lips into your tiny round cheeks, I'm home. Holding your tiny head to my heart, caressing my chin to your downy baby 'chicken fluff' we'll come to call it later, I'm home. Taking in your baby magic scent, I'm home. Pressing nose to nose, forehead to forehead, staring wide-eyed into each other's eyes, I'm home. Toting little bum and dangling legs around my middle, I'm home. Filled with purpose as you point where to go, what you see, I'm home. Your eyes, new windows to a world I thought I knew, I'm home. Holding you with fever, picking you up when you fall, I'm home. Navigating the years between, boxes of your firsts, every paint brush and pen stroke a miracle, I'm home. Saving pottery penguins, turtles, shiny red roses, a burrito with all the fixings immortalized in clay, I'm home. Kid sister fruit and craft stand on the corner, change clinking in coin purse, mag
I can hardly handle the sweetness of these sketches, my friend. They just open my heart wide wide wide. Such beauty you are creating...
ReplyDeleteThank you, sweet friend. I am so glad that you are here. Thank you for resonating and I am so glad that you are feeling some inspiration for your art again. I feel the same sweet magic with yours.
DeleteSweetness! Friends and part of who you are!
ReplyDeleteI love this comment so much. I never thought of them as part of who I am + friends. This feels very deep to me! Thank you!
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