We looked at the irises out the window.
They are yellow and white.
I smelled her hair,
I buried my nose in her neck,
and I missed her.
Missed her because I know there will come a time when she will have to go to play, to school, to work, to get married, to rock her own sweet smelling babies.
The irises in the sun got a little blurry then.
Strange to think that I could miss the little soul that was right there in my arms, laying her head on my shoulder and sucking her fingers.
Motherhood is kind of (heart breaking) funny like that.