14/06/2026
That little fist tucked into the blanket — gone in weeks, never coming back.
This one fell asleep mid-session, one arm thrown up over his head like he owned the place. All that soft dark hair, those tiny fingers curled up, swallowed in white blankets — it’s the kind of thing you don’t notice in the moment but ache for later.
These are the photos that end up on the wall, the ones you point to and say “remember when he was this small?”
If you’re due soon and want days like this kept forever, I’d love to help 🤍
