I was rocking our little angel in my rocking chair and she spotted my old doll that my grandma crocheted for me when I was a baby. E smiled and started reaching for it. I willingly handed it to her. E then very, very tenderly stroked the dolls face then held it up against her and would not let it go. I couldn't help but cry for my baby girl who won't get to be a mommy in this life. I dread the day I have to tell her. But it was a very dear and tender moment. I adore this little girl.
Friday, July 15, 2011
A Little Too Tender
I was rocking our little angel in my rocking chair and she spotted my old doll that my grandma crocheted for me when I was a baby. E smiled and started reaching for it. I willingly handed it to her. E then very, very tenderly stroked the dolls face then held it up against her and would not let it go. I couldn't help but cry for my baby girl who won't get to be a mommy in this life. I dread the day I have to tell her. But it was a very dear and tender moment. I adore this little girl.
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3 comments:
Your little angel will have differences from other girls and women, but she will forever be an example to women on how to tenderly love. I love this picture!
Wow- what a sweet and tender moment. I probably would have cried too. She is lucky to have such a wonderful mother!
That is so precious. Thanks for sharing.
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