There's a time I look forward to each day--the evening when Klara is most alert. Her eyes, which have been heavy most of the day, are opened wide. We lie on the bed side by side, with our foreheads not a foot apart. I stare at her and tell her that I love her and I want good things for her. She just stares back intently, as if to say, "So you're my mama." Yes, Baby, I'm your mama.
She stares, and I cry. How did I ever get so lucky?
3 comments:
That's precious. She's beautiful! Her outfit is adorable. Simply perfect!!!
Sherry, Klara is the one who got lucky. And you deserve her. I can't wait to meet her.
Love, Chris
You are the perfect mama for that perfect little girl!
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