friends. thankful for all that God has gifted to us through no merit of our own.
Monday, February 9, 2015
1101- 1110
1101 a few calm, quiet minutes in mostly-dark room with muffled traffic from outside the windows
1102 while a tired tired little person, fully suited in pink, is cozied in the brown leather rocker with me
1103 and we both start to drift off
1104 she, warm and clean and full and safe
1105 me, honored that her parents would give me such a responsibility, a best gift
1106 and those little blue eyes vary between closing slowly and looking back up at me
1107 until she finally gives in for another 45-minute nap
1108 and that little green paci falls out for the last time because she doesn't cry to have it returned
1109 so i lay the peaceful little body into the crib
1110 covered with that softest pink blankey
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