Adoration. Elation. Admiration.
Each time Motherhood encircles me and I find myself once again caring for a precious newborn, I am tenderly reminded at how deep my love of babies runs and how much I adore this stage.
It is everything about them. The folds of their soft neck, the downy tufts of hair, every little sigh and squeak they emit while asleep.
It is being surrounded by handmade blankets and tiny knit sweaters as soft as a bunny's belly.
As much as the laundry piles up, there's a thrill in folding perfectly white onsies, matching darling little socks, and hanging a row of frilly dresses in the closet.
It's knowing that nothing else matters outside of the family cocoon, and nothing is worth more than falling asleep with your baby asleep on your chest.
The nourishing and bonding that happens now is far more important that anything that could possibly be going on outside the home - or in the virtual world.
I love every stage of childhood, but I think the most beautiful, most cherished, are the fleeting days and weeks of a newborn. Clara is one month old today, and I fully intend to enjoy every moment I can with her.
You won't find me posting much in this space (I'm even taking a blogging break from Simple Bites) because, as I'm sure you'll understand, I'm making the most of the early days...
** All images courtesy of Angela Chin of Tim Chin Photography**