It's the cheeks I love. Plump and round and baby soft - flushed from sleep.
Full of face and shades of pink. No hint yet of cheekbones underneath.
They grow slim with the years - stretch into something lean. Slip through fingers and in-between. My boy of 5 could pass for 7 with ease.
But a chubby cheek. A small hand and childish tears. Keep them close these early years - for babies grow like disbelief.
My daughter, these days, is reminding me.
15 months - but toddler doesn't seem the word.
My baby, my love. I see you're set on growing up - just not too fast and not too much.
This boy my first, this girl my last. And somewhere in the middle hopes which didn't come to pass.
You are my all. My very breath, my rise and fall. Take your time whilst growing tall - your mother wants to catch it all.
So a baby cheek. A fleeting time I wish to keep. Nuzzle, kiss and wipe the tears... x
My post has been written as a guest blog for 'A Mother's Voice', a beautiful series which you can find at Write Like No One's Watching. I am also linking today to Magic Moments.