Her skin is the color of peaches and cream, soft as a cygnet’s downy feathers. Sleepy eyes gazed up at him, sparkling like the icy blue waters of a glistening lake. His heart melted as her pouty rosebud mouth smiled sweetly. Strawberry blonde hair framed her head, caressing her perfect face. He held her in his arms and kissed her eyes, her nose and her cheeks. His lips brushed lightly against her ears and he delicately nuzzled her neck. At that moment he knew he would never love another as deeply and tenderly as his precious newborn baby girl.
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The Elephant's Trunk 
such a beautiful prose and so relatable.. beautiful!!! 💖
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Thank you, Cindy. George was always my favorite 💕
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Soooo dear!!💖💖
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Haha! I see I answered your other comment here. George is not my favorite child! LOL!!
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Oh I can tell 🤣🤣
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A short, descriptive piece that says all it needs to say. A father’s love for an innocent baby girl, awaking to the joy of seeing and feeling his presence. A special moment, uniting in a bond of love with no words even necessary. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Simon. It’s a lot easier being verbose than succinct! I can talk/write my head off so keeping to the 100 word challenge was not especially easy. As a woman I have experienced the joy of becoming a mother; I have also known the glorious feeling of holding my children’s children in my arms. I never thought I could love anyone or anything more in the entire universe. There’s no feeling like it! 🌟 💫
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