I can think of few things sweeter than the way Miss Ruby holds my hand as I feed her, or grasps my shirt like she's hanging on for dear life.
It is a memory from babyhood that I hold dear from all of my babies.
I imagine that it will be images like this that sustain me when I am an old woman rocking away in a nursing home...
AMEN! I feel the same way, and pray to God I don't forget that tender moment when Lochlann is terrorizing me as a teenager... But of course my child will never do that ; )
ReplyDeleteLove you notes Melissa... Your brother pointed me out to your blog... Very neat!