I think sitting here warm body in my arms your breath quick heartbeat beautiful eyes closed you lie asleep and I don't know how life was ever lived without you your small soft hand against my breast your sweet mouth nose, ears, fingers, toes I think when do we start hating our bodies, our selves? because you are so perfect! I want you to know that, I want you to feel that you are amazing your body knows just what to do it is nature I start to feel that somersault in my chest, my eyes tear up at the thought of you at the sight of you for the love of you that can't be described it's more than I have ever felt more than I ever deserved this incredible being, my daughter
This is so touching and beautiful. I felt those same things when my first son was born (and each of them actually), and remember to this day, though my oldest son is 41! Now I look at my youngest grandchild and see her perfection. This touched my heart. Exquisite!!!
Beautiful. I have two daughters and even though as a man I will never quite feel the depth of the gender bond between mother and daughter, (and subsequent fears for future development, simply because i don't know what it's like to be female) I can relate to the emotional aspects of this. It truly is impossible to remember how we lived without them and that line, 'I don't know how life was ever lived without you,' sums up my own base feelings perfectly. I'm getting flashbacks from their births and the first time I held my daughters now- reminds me why I tolerate such stress at this time of year too!
Very nice, I hope you and your family have a wonderful christmas,
spence
God-tears in my eyes;
"my eyes tear up
at the thought of you
at the sight of you
for the love of you
that can't be described
it's more than I
have ever felt
more than I
ever deserved
this incredible being,
my daughter"
~~nostalgia personified~
...i could see my daughter when she was little the entire
time i was reading this~this is very grand-very affecting-Lovely !!!
(my goodness-magnificent)
Oh so lovely.... imagine the smile on my face as i read this. Imagine the smile she will have when she is old enough to read and understand this. I imagine the smiles she gives you! Always~
~lovely
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Oh, I've tried to think how I could have made it appear"- Aimee Mann
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