My baby girl has gotten herself a little cold again (the 1,232,546,757 this year). During the day she is fine, maybe a little fussy because she needs her nose wiped. But at night is when the baby bear comes out. About an hour after we put her down she wakes up screaming. I totally understand - the girl can't breath out of her nose and all she wants is her paci, which she spits out right away because all she can do is mouth breath.
Last night I rocked her for a long time. I sat in our rocker with that baby on my chest and watched her sleep. I smelled her clean soft hair, I felt that hair tickle my face, I stroked her chubby cheeks, held her little hand.
I sat there remembering when she was a tiny tator tot, it seemed so long ago but it has only been a few short months. My baby is growing so fast. Sitting there rocking her last night made time stand still. It made me never want to let that moment go. It reminded me of a quote about moments from
The Anderson Crew "
and this is why i love photography. it's a chance to capture a moment that moves my heart, but that i will forget way too soon." How I wish I had a camera at that moment. This quote also makes me feel so much better about the hundreds of photos I take each month, I am just capturing moments that move my heart and will forget too soon.
Don't grow too fast baby girl... I want to remember every moment.
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