Still
But everything is at once the same and different,
The miracle never ceases Another miracle is on our midst.
I see your reflection in the mirror as I take you to your bath
She is a blank slate. I often feel sad she cannot take in the whole world from her bobbly pillow. She is just waiting to be imprinted.
She can't know much disappointment because her little life is so new. She hasn't been shown much and she cannot take in much.
None of this is lost on me that I get to do this all over again.
What is she smiling at? How did she learn how to smile?
I keep thinking about how she has such low expectations in life at this point. She wants snuggles, food, and sleep, and faces. I feel like I need to give her more... but she is such a blank slate, she isn't asking for much. It is a gift to receive from her that she does not know disappointment because she doesn't have that framework. But what I do give her determines a lot--so impressionable. We have such a chance to impact to impart. There is something about not giving in to the demand to have to "be" something or work so hard. Giving her presence is a gift.
Give me grace to stop tasks and just to gaze at her, I can't get this time back.
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