My son was only a few days old. Skin soft and pink, his face still puffy, and his eyes often closed in the deepness of sleep. He was perfect, and for days my husband and I simply sat and stared at him, awestruck by this tiny wonder that we created. This tiny wonder that now lay in the palms of my hands, his little chest rising and falling, his tiny lips parted in a perfect little "o" as he traveled the peaceful lands of deep slumber. Before long it was his hunger that scared me; his tiny jaw wou...
My son was only a few days old. Skin soft and pink, his face still puffy, and his eyes often closed in the deepness of sleep. He was perfect, and for days my husband and I simply sat and stared at him, awestruck by this tiny wonder that we created. This tiny wonder that now lay in the palms of my hands, his little chest rising and falling, his tiny lips parted in a perfect little "o" as he traveled the peaceful lands of deep slumber. Before long it was his hunger that scared me; his tiny jaw wou...
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