I might still be riding high on residual hormones and that intoxicating new baby scent
(with a little lack of sleep thrown in for good measure), but I'm calling it.
Best. Thing. Ever.
That koala bear conforming cuddle where their gorgeous little body becomes an extension of your own.
That complete surrender and relaxation.
|And it's portable!|
I could travel the world and find no greater view, really.
Missi - pleeeeeease - just pause darling.
Right here, right now. Stop.
(Well, maybe you could decide whether you're going to have hair or not first.
Patchy patch isn't the hottest look right now!)
I hope I never forget this beautiful, precious feeling.
And if one day I do
- Missi and Magoo best be giving me some gran babies (and a granny flat in proximity) to remind me.