The day I took it all in, your every move. The softness and fragility of each moment I held you in my arms. The day I was no longer a woman expecting or a woman in labour. The day I was officially “mom”. Faye Milan's mom.
Father, mother, and daughter
I’m sitting here and writing this with one ear lent to my playlist and the other at the mercy of the slightest sound of your breath. My eyes constantly darting from this journal to your bassinet. My arms ready to drop any and everything if a chirp from you orders their embrace.
I Don’t Believe In Love At First Sight, But I Do Believe In This
I don’t believe in love at first sight. I don’t believe the first hello does anything besides greet. I don’t believe love is conjured out of thin air and lasts effortlessly for the rest of our days.