Seeing Beatrice and Jovia together makes me realize just how short the newborn stage is. Beatrice isn’t even two, yet she can pour tiny cups of tea and draw circles and wrap her bear in a swaddle.
In no time, Jovia will be sitting on her own and causing a ruckus with her big sis. Until then, I’m drinking up this time where her tiny hands wrap around my finger. I love her grunty sleep and the way she lets out little cries like she’s having a bad dream. I love how she curls into a ball on my chest. I love her gorgeous little mouth and the way her tongue sticks out when I touch her bottom lip. She is so very precious to me.