Moments in time (Anna)

I've heard rumours that Emma won't be a baby forever and that I'll forget what she is like now. Both of those allegations are hard to believe, but enough people have said it for me to take it seriously.

So I want to record small details about my daughter, in the hope that words will be able to conjure up feelings that I never want to forget. So, for today - fingertips.

My daughter has the softest, sweetest pads on the tops of her fingers. She wraps them around our fingers and hands, runs them down our palms when she is feeding or needing cuddles. It's her way of checking in, to see if we're still there. They are soft and tiny, pink and plump, and so, so gentle, unblemished by age or wear. They make my heart melt every time our fingers connect. I want to remember them forever.

In other news, this sweet child grabbed clumps of my hair today with a death-grip and viciously whacked my head several times with her rattle. I felt like a bear being accosted by a caveman. I imagine that this, too, will pass. Otherwise she's going to be very unpopular with her school friends.