My sweet baby,
Your head nuzzled into my neck feels like a lazy Saturday morning. I bask in the scent of your warm skin, the texture of your fuzzy hair, and I want to etch those sensations into my heart. I love the way you get as close as you can to me, your weight a drowsy hug that stills me and calms me. You are more beautiful every day, perfect in a way that I will always remember. I live for your shy smiles and timid glances, they are treasures. Thank you for being the baby you are, and for being my dream come true every day.
Love,
Mama
Luke, deep in thought.
Hims is so da cutems, and your words are precious!
Posted by: Debby at July 16, 2005 06:07 PMIs that my little guy? He is getting so big and my arms long to hold him and snuggle him. When are you coming for a visit? I know, I know my turn. Give me some good dates for a Friday and Sat. Love Ya Mom
Posted by: Grandma at July 18, 2005 09:02 AM