The newborn haze is still too thick to really put in to words how much this little face means to me. How much having a son means to me. To really articulate everything I'm feeling and experiencing with the arrival of this little wonder. He's beyond precious and these days are like gold, gold dust just slipping through our fingers... Such anticipation, such build up... It feels a little like a cruel joke that once they're here time just rushes away and we're too drugged on baby fumes to really find a way to stop and make it savour it.
Not that any length of time would be enough. I don't think I'd be able to smell this little head enough times. I'm certain there would never be too many mini blasts of baby breathe on my neck whilst he nuzzles in. His hands won't ever curl around my finger enough times. Ever. It'd always be too fast, too fleeting and too little.
The camera... What a wonderful invention.