Hello, beloved…
Today I went to the mall and got all the pictures of you from The Picture Place. They are all so beautiful, but it hit me like a rock. I had forgotten that the photos we had taken home last month weere only some of the pictresof you. I tried not to cry. The manager of the place was vvery sympathetic – he will go into my prayers, so I would like for you to say a prayer for him, too.
I saw a five-month-old baby at the prison today, and my armes ached to hold him. I miss holding you so much. I miss every thiny little thing about you. I will never see your ears again. I feel as though I never fully explored your ears, the undersides of your toes, the backs of your knees…
I have your forehead committed to memory. All those fine, fine little hairs. ANd now I remember that you had peach fuzz on your ears, too. Fat little wrists. I miss them. I miss sucking on your elbow and your cheek. I really miss nursing you. I can’t even remember what it looked like. I remember that your little tongue would curl up, and I think I remember that your jaw would work up and down, but I’m not sure. Sometimes, I would have to put a finger in your mouth to break the suction. It made a sucking noise. I will try to dream of nursing you.
I love you.
Mommy.
Writing “Mommy” comes so naturally to me. There is no joy like baby-joy. It is pure.