These pictures make me melt.
We were at Matt's parents house and sweet Harper just couldn't stay awake another second. She sat down for lunch and the rest is history. As I look at these pictures, my heart goes all achy breaky, and I want her to stay tiny forever. She's the perfect size for that mini camping chair. Her face is still carrying just enough baby fat to give her a perfectly round disposition, and her little fingers, while tiny, are still chunky just below the knuckles. She's small enough to curl up in my lap, and as petite as she is, I can still tote her around on my hip effortlessly.
With only two months before the arrival of our next addition, I am becoming terribly sentimental about this little girl who is still my baby. I'm feeling this urge to tuck her into the moby wrap and remind her of the days when we were inseparable, when she slept in my bed and I nursed her and she was literally attached to me all day long. Oh, how I miss those days.
And now she sits across the room, feeding her baby dolls plastic corn and spaghetti. And she uses phrases like "in a little bit," and "hush, don't cry, baby." I can't even stand it. I'm so going to be that mother in I Love You Forever who drives across town and crawls into bed with her grown child. It's not creepy, I promise, read the book.
So to that sleeping beauty fast asleep in the mini camping chair, "I'll love you forever. I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."