Last week as I held her, sleeping in my arms, I took photos.
These are from three different days.
I love this cute face.
I love her sense of humor.
The way she is talking so much.
Her fiery spirit.
Her huge, expressive eyes.
The way she still wants to be held.
The way she lights up our lives.
But man.
Watching her grow makes me wistful.
I remember this poem in my aunt's house when I was growing up.
I hold my little Claire and this line comes back to me:
"I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
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