Hands
Alana, You are a wonderful and easy baby. I look forward to cradling you in my arms each day, and staring into your eyes. I can't do it for long. Because you wiggle free, or your eyes dart to the attention of your sister... always your sister. Or as we stare at one another you may use a free hand to grab the fat of my cheek or the fat of my chin (ouch!) and our staring session ends because... It can be a little painful, AJ. I only have one face, you know... But it was worth the pinch and reminder I need to lay off the Milano cookies. But in those moments before you wiggle and grunt under the weight of my hands trying to hug you closer, I am devoted to only you. I want you to know that I love when you smile and look my way. You extend your arms outward and wave your wrists.... Up... Down... Up... Down... Your delicate fingers sometimes following with their own movements. And this means, You want to be held. I will pick you up, pull you close, so close I know it makes you uncomforta