it's 9:45am and our little fiorella primrose is still sound asleep. gus is at my side watching a few minutes of his movie of choice right now, despicable me, and i keep looking at our baby monitor (thank you summer infant) and i can see she is about to wake. her little profile is plumping out, and her cheeks look like they're filled with summer apples.
the days at home with my children have been long and short all at once. we wake and have oatmeal at the table. we spend a lot of time playing with the pistachio kitchen aid and making play dough and bread for pizza. i nurse what seems to be ninety percent of the day, and when she smiles at me, she does so with her whole body, and i always say "i feel so loved by her."
in pictures her eyes appear dark, but they are deep blue, darker than her father's, in the shape of almonds like mine, but all her own, all hers. augustus calls her sissy and stays away from her for the most part. he is gentle when he kisses her head and will sit by me when i nurse her in my arms. his curls graze my arms and he will nuzzle into me and in those moments, i know why i was sent here, why i needed to be sent here, why i needed to find them.
(ps - the rug in these photos was kindly given to us by Lorena Canal rugs, you can find it here)
post edit: i actually wrote this yesterday. such is life.