A soft whine escapes her lips as she drinks from the silicone nipple. Too rough, too cold.
She shakes her head, no, and sinks into my chest.
She wallows around, trying to get into a comfortable position.
A familiar position.
She looks up at me, sweetly, those big eyes gleaming, "Mama?"
"What, baby?"
"Nilks?"
Gone-gone
She settles down into my chest again, seeming to be wide awake.
It would have been easier if she would've just started kicking and screaming.
Mama?
What, baby?
Nilks?
The time has come.
It is a bittersweet moment.
This morning, she awakes, goes and gets her cup, drinks a bit and looks at me curiously.
She's hungry right away.
We have pancakes, early, before any of the others rise. She and I.
Now she is dancing on the table.
Silly girl.
Silly Big girl.
