Succinct

I was lying next to Henry at naptime and feeling very open and all-loving and just reveling in the deep reverence I feel for being able to participate in the lives of these little beings. I have to say, when I smell Henry’s neck, it is poetry. That baby smell, that rose petal soft skin, pure bliss. I held him close and started to sing a soft sweet lullaby to him. “With a sweet soft voice…” “Momom,” he said, “Stop singing that song. It make me sick.”
Ok, I guess that’s succinct.

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Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always. Welcome to my World.