I can see my tiny baby girl in her cheeks.
I can see wealth in her being even though my bank account says otherwise.
I can see hope in my future with the peek in her eye.
I can feel love when I am lonely with the pout of her lips.
That little bit of string she has clutched in her hand and against her cheek? Her receiving blanket when she was a baby. It is her "Deedee". It hardly resembles anything close to a blanket, or even that it, once, was one. I still think it sweet that she finds comfort in snuggling it. I am in no hurry for her to "grow up".
2 comments:
Such a sweet face.
Yeah...
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