The Baby Curve

Monday, April 30, 2012


I caught a glimpse of his baby curve the other day, when he asked me to snuggle. His head was slightly above mine, and as I looked up at his face, the curve of his cheek reminded me of when he was a baby. It is the curve that I saw when I rocked him to sleep and held him to nurse, five years ago.


I nearly died with love.

Me and Big Guy, April 2007


The curve.

His legs are getting longer by the day, and the fat is gone from his thighs. His ankles exist and his wrists are no longer wrapped with a bracelet of chub. His neck has stretched out and his arms are strong. Though he tries, his belly won't pooch out when he is full, like it used to.

April 2008

But his cheek, from a certain angle, still has that baby curve.



One week ago



I'm feeling mushy about my kids as Mother's Day approaches. How about you?





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4 Responses to “The Baby Curve”

  1. yes it does something to ones heart to see the little ones. They are always precious.

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  2. What a sweet post, Courtney! Love your blog. Thanks for visiting me at Doorkeeper. Blessings!

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  3. I love that curve too. You described those sweet years so well. I miss them, but wouldn't want to do them over. I guess that is what we look forward to in grandparenting . . but that seems so far away.

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  4. They grow up too fast, don't they? My boys are 13 and 15 now and every once in a while I catch a glimpse of their baby selves. Such sweet and precious moments :)

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