Little things I want to remember:
The hint of citrus on her skin when Eloise’s finishes her bath. The light, fresh scent of her laundry. How the scent of it makes me weep when I fold her laundry without her near. How I always want that scent in my house, a baby always in my house.
Her soft, apple cheeks when she is flushed, usually after nursing.
The way she reaches for me at the exact moment I reach for her.
The peace I feel when she falls asleep on my chest, and I can do nothing but sit back and let our chests rise and fall in sync with one another. How that reminds me of where she came from and the closeness we share still.
Eloise has made us slow down, and I am so thankful for that.
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