"Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger's touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body."
- Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber
WEEK 10 - FRAGILE
Life is beautiful. Children are beautiful. Sweet Ruby melts my heart with her perfect innocence, an innocence I hope lasts for a long time. Before I am ready, this precious child will be in a world that will try to claim her for its own. But she is mine. I see & feel her fragility . . . & her strength. She is a miracle. An angel sent down to bless my life. I pray I can love her & teach her as she deserves. . . & deserve to be loved by her in return. Life is fragile. I try to remember this & enjoy each gifted moment with this sweet child of mine.
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