Our daughter (although divorced, I prefer to say ‘our’ instead of ‘my’) turns 20 this month. That makes her no longer a teenager which, on itself, is something I have to digest…as I come to think about it.
I strongly, besides being overwhelmed with love, recall realizing moving a generation up when I held her for the very first time.
If you have read other posts of mine, you know I have a sweet spot for children, for many reasons. Not in the least they are a joy to take photographs of. When friends of mine asked to take pictures of her being heavily pregnant, I did not hesitate to propose to take pictures of their child when it is born as well.
The love and care for their new-born child was beautiful and touching. It took me back to the time our daughter was that small as well.
By the way, did you count the little toes and fingers of your child too when it was born?
One adorable little baby
Two eyes looking at me with wonder
Three human beings connected with another for ever
Four frowns, sneezes and smiles
Five fingers on your little hand
You make your parents
feel so much more
than what they already were
before you decided to join them in life.