This is my friend, I call her Ella Enchanted. I talked about her on an earlier post. She is a young mother with three children. This is her youngest.
Our personal history group meets at Ella's house so she can put her baby down for a nap. Today her littlest angel woke up and came for a snuggle.
Then she went back to sleep while we talked and while the rest of us read our stories.
I wish I were a better photographer and could photograph feelings because the love this young mother has for her baby is tender. She is also fierce--she would fight tigers for this little person.
There is nothing like a mother--at any age. A mother with a baby is especially fun to watch, the tender brushing of the hair off her child's forehead, the gentle patting of the back, the kissing away of boo-boo hurts.
This young mother also writes like a dream. She writes a poem about her children every three months, chronicling their progress. The children growing up in this house are so very lucky.
And I am lucky that I was there to witness this beautiful scene and lucky to have Ella Enchanted for a friend.