I recently read a blog post that said something like: having a baby is like meeting a part of yourself you didn’t know existed. I liked that. Look at this little soul!
For years upon years I lived, quite happily, not knowing about this part of me.
And now that he is here? It all seems so obvious. Clearly I wasn’t complete with out him! How did I go about existing when, if he left now, I would continue life with a giant canon-ball size hole through my body, heart and soul?
Who knows, but I can’t imagine a life without early mornings of unwrapping his swaddled blanket to free his chubby, soft and rather white legs; or without seeing Ander’s face go from curious concentration to a huge smile that affects his arms and legs when Mike talks to him; or without being able to study his tiny fingers. No no. It simply couldn’t be borne.
5 comments:
What adorable pictures! And as I think about it, I guess he must also have a small part of me in him too. That makes me happy!
He is so precious and sweet...what great pictures. I love the one of him touching his toes--the light is so cool!
Wow. That little hand on the foot shot is...its just amazing.
amazing. your words, your photographs, and the incredibly handsome little anders.
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