Sometimes before the baby wakes up, I look down at her tiny little feet and lift one up and kiss it. Such a tiny little foot attached to my tiny little baby. Except she's not so tiny, that "tiny" foot wears a size six. But for some reason in our queen sized bed, she looks so innocent and tiny, her hands and feet look so small.
The drool that sometimes runs down the side of her mouth, a sign she's not my sweet, little non-drooling baby. Or the stinky morning breath, another sign she's not a tiny, formula fed baby. In her sleep, she's not strong willed, doesn't give attitude, she's just my sleeping, tiny baby who I love endlessly. I wish I could freeze these moments in time.
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