I look at Jellybean and am amazed that in six short months she has become such a little person. She is fully awake to the world around her; she laughs, she reaches and grabs, moving around she enjoys and explores her surroundings.But when she is a sleep and her face becomes soft and quiet, I put her cheek up to mine and smell her sweet milky breath, and for a moment she is that newborn baby.
Who in the dark of the hospital room at
midnight I clung to as if she was a little dolly. Scared and excited, healing from the wounds of her birth. It's the peaceful little face that I stared at as the sun came up the next morning.
