mobile update: lullabye

Someday, my daughter will be too big to lift up into my arms, to lay her head on my shoulder, and to let out the deep breath of sleep as I sing to her. It’s not tonight, but it will be some night, it will be too soon, and the last time that it happens will almost certainly go by without notice.

And the knowledge that my fingers are unfit tools for grasping hold of these moments steeps each one in a beautiful sorrow.

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