She’s so tiny and fits in my arms. I how her close and she snuggles in. We rock and rock until she sleeps.
If I put her down and she cries, I get to pick her up yet again. The cycle repeats. Hours pass.
Tired and tired and tired and tired.
But I don’t want to put her down even when I do put her in bed.
Her eyes already search. Her legs already push.
Does she already know I love her?
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