anatomy of a sweet pea

A mother's perspective

I so want to remember these first few days. I don't ever want to forget how soft her cheeks are. How at times I can't even tell if I am touching them or not.

Let me always remember how I feel when she grasps my finger or coos contentedly after a bottle.

I hope that years down the road I will recall her sweet scent and the way her wispy little hair lays against her pink neck.

I can never forget the downy fur that covers her shoulders or the feeling of her quick little breaths when I hold her close.

I know that these days are fleeting. The boy no longer smells sweet. Most often he brings in the tangy smells of outside play and I have resorted to smoothing his hair and kissing his cheeks mostly while he sleeps. He is no longer a baby.

I have been blessed with another child and I'm trying so hard to hold on to these moments. Please Lord, help me remember.