She's rubbing her little blue eyes with her left hand, her right hand tucked in behind her right ear, elbow pointed out, like a little diva. Diva Geneva, Kristina called her today. She's fighting sleep as she rocks back and forth in her swing, tucked under a fuzzy pink blanket, her paci near her feet. She's not making any sound beyond the occasional audible breath - her nose is a little stuffy. Her left eye itch satisfied, she tucks her hand in behind her left ear - now she looks like she's sunbathing - all laid back. Her eyes drift closed and her left hand drifts down into her lap - the right stays tucked behind that little ear.
She's perfect and beautiful and miraculous in oh so many ways. I'm so lucky I get to be her mom.