10.12.06
Ah Evie…
You wake us up every night these days, sometimes multiple times a night like last night, and yet, as Bronya says, “you can’t get mad at her, she is so beautiful. You want to be mad, but you look at her, and you kiss her a million times”.
When I lean over your crib to sing you a lullaby to lull you back to sleep, you grab my neck with one arm and bring me closer so that our cheeks will touch each other. I can hear your breath slow down and become more regular, but you won’t let go.
I’m half asleep myself, I’m cold standing barefoot in my pyjamas in your room, I ache in the awkward position this puts me in with the crib’s railing pressing on my stomach, and yet, I won’t move as I just take in the sweetness of the moment.