Impossible

Oct 26, 2019 15:18

There are times I feel like I could write a sonnet about the way her eyelashes look against her cheek. Or about the way her mouth rests when she sleeps. Or the crook of her elbow. The bottom of her feet. Eleanor is nineteen months old and perfect. Did I feel this way about Matt? I think I must have but guiltily worry that I didn’t. I could write ( Read more... )

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kittenboo October 26 2019, 21:28:44 UTC
Mine is 13 now, and leaning against me as I type this. He’s telling me about funny memes he’s reading online, and asking me why I’m writing about him, to you.

I can relate to this so much. And you don’t forget. You never forget.

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rayaso October 27 2019, 17:06:21 UTC
Ours are 22 and 20, and so far from your little ones. Do the impossible -- slow down time for them.

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murielle October 27 2019, 22:18:20 UTC
This is so beautiful, so full of wonder and appreciation and love.

"...those moments between seconds..." Perfect! And time stood still for me while I read it. Beautiful.

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estelle October 28 2019, 20:15:09 UTC
Beautiful!

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millysdaughter October 29 2019, 04:31:02 UTC
My youngest baby is 28, and due to deliver her first child in less than a month. I'm pretty sure she was a baby last summer...

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