Like life.
A combination of the sweetest and softest of times.
And, the happiest of times.
Made up of gentle moments.
All worthy of memory.


Like life.
A combination of the sweetest and softest of times.
And, the happiest of times.
Made up of gentle moments.
All worthy of memory.


Tiny.
She delicately tickles from the inside.
You smile.
Your hands glide over, back and forth.
Inches from each other, yet still not close enough.
Your yearn to know her face, her heart.
What miraculous circumstances brought her here.
The wonderful anticipation beckons.
She gently rolls, guiding your sweet thoughts with her.
You smile.

That moment when looking at her images, a beautiful mama says “Oh my… I see her. Right. There.”
Her.
Her.
Not her cumbersome clothing, not some awkward wince, not a gaze into nowhere.
Her.
That moment.


Sometimes the dream is worth the sleep
It’s true, my friend
Sometimes the rainbow is worth the rain
What beauty arrives from the process of simply being.

Linger.
I promise you, with all of my heart, it is worth it.
There is so much beauty laid out before you,
and such wonderment to feast upon.
