Stop. Breathe mama. Breathe out your worries. Kiss their curls.
Your sweet ones hair wont smell like soft skin and sleep and sun warmed baby clothes forever. Their tiny palms and fingers wont always fit around your thumb.
Hold your babies close and linger between the seconds where they hold you just as close….
Sometimes during a motherhood session after observing them for a while I’m in awe of how they soak up their roll as “mama” Tori you beautiful soul…you soak up the light of mamahood and radiate it back out onto everyone you meet…