as she falls asleep, i inhale against her head. it's the scent of an exploring child: a mixture of sand, sweat and ice cream. i run my fingers through her curls, now that she lets me. i bury my nose in them. "i love you, i love you so much". a whisper, a promise.
i walk over to him, and kneel down. sitting and staring, for just a few short moments, i memorize his full lips, his sun-kissed arms and the twitching of his fingers. i lean forward, kissing his eyelids and these incredibly long lashes. "i love you, i love you so much". a whisper, a promise.
(i'm trying to get out of my summer writing hiatus and forming autumn journaling habits. so i'm happy to be joining a september prompt over at amanda's.)
3 comments:
Beautiful. I do the same, every. single. night.
xo
that is what I miss about little ones. The slumber and the summary of their days.
oh yes, i love watching them sleep, lost in dreamland.
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