That was an odd read for me. Interestingly, the image created by the writing of people holding newborns, albeit doll newborns, woke a desire to hold and love and protect and nurture and LOVE a...
That was an odd read for me. Interestingly, the image created by the writing of people holding newborns, albeit doll newborns, woke a desire to hold and love and protect and nurture and LOVE a newborn. And that feeling, those feelings in my last sentence, those feelings that are not adequately explained there, these feelings, swelled and brought tears because I remember that feeling. I remember love so strong that it burst from me in the form of tears because my body could not contain it. My little ones no longer little elicited such things from me, and I did not know how much I missed it. What an odd reaction to have from reading about dolls.
That was an odd read for me. Interestingly, the image created by the writing of people holding newborns, albeit doll newborns, woke a desire to hold and love and protect and nurture and LOVE a newborn. And that feeling, those feelings in my last sentence, those feelings that are not adequately explained there, these feelings, swelled and brought tears because I remember that feeling. I remember love so strong that it burst from me in the form of tears because my body could not contain it. My little ones no longer little elicited such things from me, and I did not know how much I missed it. What an odd reaction to have from reading about dolls.