The first bouquet of the season.
Her little hands. Not so little any more.
One of the most difficult parts of adding baby Wallace to our family has been telling her to “be quiet” so often. I don’t like to tell her to be quiet. I like her voice. Even when it is loud — which it often is. But babies sleep a lot. And our baby is easily awoken by high-pitched squeals of delight or dismay.
There was a lot of waking up today. And a lot of . . .
“Use a quiet voice.”
“Please talk softly.”
Oh, I don’t like to be a broken record, hushing my child again and again. I want to hear her voice. I want to hear her thoughts.