"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Charlotte has that most wonderful baby smell. I wish I could bottle it up and save it forever. Today, I relished the smell of her soft baby head and her tiny hands, her sweet cheeks, and ticklish little neck. Adorable. I'm in love.

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