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.