senses
there are so many new moments for the senses round this house.
right now, as i bounce little v in her seat i can see as her eyes get just a little too heavy for her gentle face. with m against my chest in a post-nurse stupor i can feel his fine (barely-there) hair so soft against my face and hear a tiny whistle escaping with each deep breath he takes. his body is so warm against mine.
we’re in a holding pattern at the moment. soon it will be time for our daily walk with the pup. can’t leave henry out of this equation. he drags us to the park each afternoon, past the falling leaves, through the mud and with only a quick stop off for coffee delaying our trip.
i so love these days. knew i would, but never could have guessed how much.