Stay Small


I love things about every age of my children as they grow. But there's something so transcendent about a fresh-from-heaven baby. The way they nuzzle into your neck. The way their whole body curls up into a ball on your shoulder. The smell, oh, the smell! The contentness of the cuddle. The purity of the sweet soul inside that little body.... These are sacred days. Stay small, tiny one. Stay mine.