A few weeks ago I had the chance to hold a baby in my arms. She was pretty old too, around three, not an infant or anything. It was so nice as she was sitting in my arms, to feel another's heartbeat so close to you. To know that you are holding a life in your hands, that they are so precious and (still so small!) and so so adorable and wonderfully made. And yesterday at the holiday party for work, our supervisor brought her year-old daughter. Why are holiday dresses so much cuter on babies than on grown women!? She's in that "I want to crawl everywhere cus I'm fearless" stage. It was so weird to watch this little baby. I remember planning and being at her mom's baby shower and now that baby is out and about, climbing stairs and crawling everywhere in adorable Ralph Lauren holiday dresses!
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Today I pulled out my mom's scarf. She gave it to me last year saying that her father had bought it for when she was a college student. I love that it smells like her and it's crazy to think that he held this in his hands too at some point...many many years ago. Perhaps one day, I can give it to my daughter...as a family heirloom of sorts?
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Recently these lyrics from Shane & Shane's "Vision of You" have been on my mind....
Awaken what's inside of me...
may the vision of You be the death of me
THATS what i need, a christmas scarf!
ReplyDeleteit's funny to think we all went through a stage of not knowing what our hands were used for.
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