Last night, Amelia decided she did not want to be in bed at 8:30. Or 9:00. Or 9:30. At 10pm, Sky and I sat her in between us on the bed, and she chatted and giggled endlessly as the TV lights flickered low.
She had just shrieked and launched herself face-first off of Sky's stomach and onto the bed. We could hardly catch our breath from laughter at her startled expression. As she snuggled back into us, I looked as Sky and said, "This is what I pictured when I pictured having a baby."
That moment is how I picture a family, and in that moment, it was perfect.
1 kind comments from you:
ohh my.
beautiful.
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