Saturday
When Ivy is sleeping, and I gaze at her little face, she looks like she could be a tiny baby again. And I remember when she was a tiny baby, and I'd gaze at her face, she looked like she could be about four years old. There is something so ageless about her sleeping, he face is so wise and yet tiny and helpless at the same time. And oh, those little chubby wrists.
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