June 3, 2006 @ 6:17 am | Filed under: Family Adventures
The way a newborn stretches and arches her back when you pick her up while she’s sleeping, so taut and curved in your hands, and then melts into you when you bring her close.
The way her fists press up under her cheeks when she’s nursing.
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