Sunday night

Dear Lucy,

It's Sunday night in early July. I can't believe you will be 14 months old next week. You are tucked into bed, smelling sweet and clean --lavender and chamomile. I played with your feet while you nursed and you smiled around my breast. I love the way you play with my shirt and move your hands round, watching their shadows on the wall. Sleep well, my amazing girl. Everyday -- something new with you. Something even more amazing.

Love,
Mama