An excerpt from my letters to Reese.
January 4th, 2025, 8:45 pm
Today, I swear, you kissed my cheek. Right after I kissed yours. Fresh out of the bath, I’m brushing your hair. And it’s not the first time you’ve gone for my face mouth-first but it is the first time it was only a quick brush of lips rather than jaws coming to eat me whole (my own cheek, usually another teething toy). And maybe I’m wrong but it was so sweet.
You’ve seemed like you’ve been hurting a little today (for how long can we blame teething before those top incisors finally break through?), so this little moment, an almost kiss, felt extraordinary.
With Love,
Natalie