Moment of Bliss

Oh Eden – though you will not remember it, we tasted bliss yesterday in the cool of an October afternoon. The moment was too quick, and the memory already fades for me. Let me try to recapture…your hair, the color of soft honney butter…your stork bites still quite visible…bright red spots that kiss your hair. We lounged on a quilt under a shade tree…the sun playing hide and seek with the leaves. You wore a blue diaper and nothing else. Your giggles turned to squeals as I kissed your back. We simply rolled and played outside…looking up at the pale, blue sky. Utter bliss.


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