“Sssh, sssh, It’s, oh, so quiet, Sssh, sssh, It’s oh, so still, Sssh, sssh, You’re all alone, Sssh, sssh, And so peaceful until…” I know I am mad to say that, but I will miss breastfeeding you at night. When it’s all so quiet, it’s only you, me and us “alone together” both fulfilling our needs continuously. This is what’s left after umbilical cord was cut, unbreakable connection of the “house white” and we celebrate it together every night… four times… five times… like there is no tomorrow, because there is none, for you at least… I love you endlessly and I will miss our secret nights, when your lips softly whisper some baby magic to me as well as suck part of my essence and both empty and tired we sink in to the night till the next happy hour… I feel like something is coming to an end and it’s sad, but every end is a new beginning and so there is so much more to come… new shoot for @rockmom inspired by moms
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