I was in the post office (for an hour!) yesterday waiting to clear up the smallest, stupid possible issue, and there was this woman and her 9-year-old son waiting in line behind me.
“You used to be that small,” she said to him while nodding at my 7-month-old Peony. “I miss when you were that small. Especially your hands.”
I’m doing my best to enjoy all the small moments of this precious first year of Peony‘s life — including changing her diapers. But that was a good reminder nonetheless that I have to keep enjoying her tiny fingers as much as possible. They’re so tiny, so chubby and so delicious that I can’t eat them up fast enough. I dread the day that they get bigger, or that she decides she doesn’t actually want me to keep biting her fingers.
I made my husband get in on the hand-love last night, too. Because her hand was too precious to leave alone.
Take a look:
Photo credits: Meredith Carroll