A blanket soft and pink But cheeks pinker and softer still Wisps of hair smell sweet around your forehead You know I'm here somehow And sigh a sigh-sigh-sigh that whispers peace My baby girl So little and so big
Oh shoot. That "little and big" stage is so heartbreaking. Faith still goes there from time to time but mostly she is just "big" now and I miss what you're describing here. The verse is SO good. I can smell my kids' little heads as I read it.
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Oh shoot. That "little and big" stage is so heartbreaking. Faith still goes there from time to time but mostly she is just "big" now and I miss what you're describing here. The verse is SO good. I can smell my kids' little heads as I read it.