I wonder what she’s thinking:
- When she stares into my eyes while she’s feeding;
- When she sees an unfamiliar face yet stares at them – seemingly right to their soul;
- In the 10-15 minutes she lies awake in her crib before crying out for someone to come get her;
- When she hears my voice and smiles;
- When we go for walks and I describe the scenery to her;
- When I sing to her and she locks eyes with me the entire time;
- In her dreaming hours;
Could be everything. Could be nothing. Whatever it is, I’m so intrigued by this pensive child and her ocean-deep stares.
I love.