My precious little person with those tiny little hands. Touching everything, breaking everything, but reaching out for me even in your sleep. I don't know what I would do without those little hands in my life. I laid down next to you last night and pulled you close to me...you clung to me like a little monkey. You are such an extension of me that you still fit so perfectly there; warm against my belly. You reached those little hands up and grabbed for me. You only held me for a second..all of the maternal instincts inside me come alive to the memories when I held you for the first time, leaned down and kissed your mouth. The little person that I carried inside my body for nine long months. Two years from now and well into eternity I'll hold those little hands...
....even when you push me away because you're growing up too fast and I'm holding you back...
... when you think that you figured out that you don't need me anymore and start pushing me away...
....only to realize that the older you get, the more you will need your momma.
You've left your little fingerprints all over my house and all over my heart and all over my life....I came to work with toothpaste on my pants again from those tiny little hands.......
I don't know how I ever lived without them.
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