Afternoon Kitchen Light | Maybelle

I suppose it was the soft afternoon light pouring through the back kitchen door, and her sweet little aura that made me stop in my tracks and finally look at her.
 


My sweet little peaches, rosy soft white skin, big bright eyes, plump kissable cheeks.  So patient.  So somber.  

She looked timeless in her little smocked dress with puffed sleeves. A little perfect creature, perched in the walkway from the living room to the kitchen.



I felt her eyes on me all afternoon as I was going back and forth, passing her a million times on the floor right there, trying not to make eye contact because as soon as she sees your eyes, her face lights up, her hands and feet do a little kick, and she wants you to
s-t-o-p
and pay attention and love on her.

Looking back at this little moment that I caught in these photos, I question why I fill my time with the house stuff. These little babies, they change so quickly! 

The end of the day comes, and I lay in bed and wonder if I kissed them enough, praised them enough, soaked in their yumminess enough.  In my mind I hear every old lady at the grocery store saying "it goes by so fast, enjoy it while it lasts."

  


There I was, passing by this little babiekins a million times.  Walking right by her, knowing she was there but feeling like if I could just do X Y Z then I could get to her.
 

I wonder what she was thinking, watching me back and forth doing all the mindless housework, picking up toys, mopping for the millionth time, wiping up spills.

This cute little face, what was it saying?

Pay attention to me! Look how cute I am!
What are you doing anyways??
Today is my last time to sit here like this!
Tomorrow I will be crawling! HELLO! Crawling! 

Come snuggle me. It's your last chance.



My camera was on the counter so I got down low and snapped a few.  I wanted to remember her in that afternoon light, she was such the epitome of classic babyness.  It didn't matter that she can't talk, I'm her momma and I know what those eyes wanted from me.
 

I didn't know she would start crawling the next day. But she did, and now she seems like a totally different little personality.

So.  A mournful post; her last photos of the infant babyness stage.  Sweet Maybelle. My little porch sitter, porcelain skinned, smiley, blue eyed dolly.