Babywearing is her thing.
I carried you for thirty-eight weeks and two days.
She has carried you for eighteen weeks and five days so far, since the day that she wore you home on the bus from the hospital.
She is your vantage point, your safe place. She is the hair through which you wind your fingers, the heartbeat to which you fall asleep.
We love how confidently you engage with the world when you are holding on to your mama. You are such loved babies and your trust in us is humbling; everything is fine when you’re with us, isn’t it?
Try not to outgrow us too fast. It’s going to be some time before we’re ready to put you down, to stand back and watch you take your first steps away from us.