living-arrows 27/52

As he feeds he finds a part of me to hold onto, his little fingers will grip whatever he can find. His still so little and looking for  comfort that his mummy gives him. He soons falls into sleep and the grip is loosen, he lets his little hand fall, but I scoop it back up and hold his hand in mine I’m not ready to let go just yet, his hands will never be that size again and I just want five more minutes before I tuck you in bed for the night.



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