|The face I miss so much when we go out.|
During the baby’s first few weeks home, she was all that was in my mind. She became my world and my life. My every waking hour was determined by her schedule. I woke up to breastfeed her. And when she was asleep, well, that was my cue to go to the bathroom, watch some of the shows I follow, or get some shut-eye. Those moments wherein she would be awake, but not crying or hungry, were the best moments, so I spent them photographing her every expression, yawn, stretch, and whatever it was she could already do.