I hold my baby a lot because some day my heartbeat won’t be his source of comfort.
Some day he’s going to crawl away from me.
Some day he’s going to walk away from me.
Some day he won’t want to kiss me or hold my hand in public.
Some day he’ll stop sleeping next to me.
Some day he will grow up.
But not today. Today I will hold him in my arms and kiss him on his head.
There is this weird thing that happens after having a baby … You just don’t feel like you. Your body your whole sense of fashion just kinda comes to a stand still. You have no idea wat ur style is anymore and even if it would look good . It’s strange to go from loving ur body for 9 months to not being sure what to do with it. Well I’m not completely there yet but today I felt a little spark of me coming through :)
How a true friend enters your home.