Bella
Standing in the doorway watching her sleep, I am awed. I remember feeling the same way the first time I watched her sleep, her face hasn't changed that much. She still has the creamiest skin and the darkest lashes, her lips slightly parted in sleep, she tucks one hand under her cheek and the other lays under her pillow. I watch her stir a little as she makes her self more comfortable and she lets out the softest sigh of contentment.
I remember the first time I held her, how her weight sat between my arms as I cradled her to me. She rooted for a nipple that first time, and it was almost painful not to be able to give her one to suckle. She took to the bottle in a moment and never looked back. It's funny the things you miss, cradling her close to me, feeling her warmth through her blanket, passing through my shirt. Patting her slowly as I rocked her to sleep. She needed me for everything back then. Now she is growing up.
I remember the first time she really smiled. Not the wind smile babies give for the first few weeks but that real heart wrenching smile that says I love you, you amuse me. I remember the first time Tom took her out of the bath and she felt a gust of cold air and she pee'd on him. His face was hilarious as he looked at me shaking his head like it was my fault. We laughed for ages afterwards. The first time she said "mum" and not long after "dad", we thought she was the most cleaver little girl.
The brightest blue eyes you ever saw would dance every time her father was within eye sight, she adores Tom just as he adores her. It's times like this, when I watch her sleep that I ache for another child, another love. Then I realise how lucky I am to have Bella and Con and I figure that's half the battle won.
I remember the first time I held her, how her weight sat between my arms as I cradled her to me. She rooted for a nipple that first time, and it was almost painful not to be able to give her one to suckle. She took to the bottle in a moment and never looked back. It's funny the things you miss, cradling her close to me, feeling her warmth through her blanket, passing through my shirt. Patting her slowly as I rocked her to sleep. She needed me for everything back then. Now she is growing up.
I remember the first time she really smiled. Not the wind smile babies give for the first few weeks but that real heart wrenching smile that says I love you, you amuse me. I remember the first time Tom took her out of the bath and she felt a gust of cold air and she pee'd on him. His face was hilarious as he looked at me shaking his head like it was my fault. We laughed for ages afterwards. The first time she said "mum" and not long after "dad", we thought she was the most cleaver little girl.
The brightest blue eyes you ever saw would dance every time her father was within eye sight, she adores Tom just as he adores her. It's times like this, when I watch her sleep that I ache for another child, another love. Then I realise how lucky I am to have Bella and Con and I figure that's half the battle won.