Sunday, April 20, 2008

Baby Days

These days, the baby cries when he wakes up, and I run to him. He twists on the bed, confused and disgruntled. When I pick him up, he is soft and hot, and he melts into my arm and shoulder as I walk him around the apartment, murmuring to him. The trusting flop of his body against me makes me feel as though I am the most important person in the world.

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