Young love

This is a picture I took today. It is of my wee one, and my best friends youngest. He was born a month and a half after mine. In jolly ol England.
She came for a visit for a month. I’ve missed her and her little family dearly. What I would have done to have shared our pregnancies together.
We always said. Prearranged marriage is ok for our wee ones. Well that is if he doesn’t get cock blocked by his older brother. Whom adored my girl.
Until next time my beautiful friend. Thanks for some memories

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Fresh baby

I had the pleasure today to visit a new mum and her week old baby boy. Oh my heart, he weighed a pound more than the wee one when she was born. He felt as light as a feather in my arms. I guess after lugging around my 17.5 pounder, I forget.

Oh the sweet smell of newness, his little scrunched up face. Tight little fists for hands, all snuggled in his blanket. When he was placed in my arms, I took one look at him. And then lost it, and started crying.

He was just so beautiful, and small. And it made me realize how fast time flies. How it feels like only yesterday she was my tiny baby wrapped in a blanket.

Now I turn with this tiny man in my arms to look at my wee one. Who is sitting on this new mums lap. She is giving me the pouty lip, not impressed that I’m holding someone else. But I can’t help it I say, look. And I lean him down so she can peer in. Nope still not having it.. she starts to huff and puff.

So I give up this sweet tiny bundle, and scoop my beautiful daughter into my arms. Don’t worry I whisper, I love you.