July 1, 2013


Mabel waddled upstairs last Sunday morning looking very well slept. Miss Crazy Hair was still bleary-eyed and booger-nosed, but the skin of her little cheeks was so soft against mine when I smooshed her. I was sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee when she wandered up from bed and plopped herself right in front of me.

As if I couldn't see her beauty from a million miles away.

As if I could resist smooshing her into my arms.

Please freeze right where you are, baby girl. I want to remember this face forever.

This one, too.

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