Evelyn is crawling across the floor to me, whimpering. She is tired and she is hungry, so I turn off the water and I set down the sponge. The dishes can wait. I scoop her up and I feel her body relaxing against me. I bend my head down and kiss her and smell her and try to memorize this everyday, uneventful moment.
I find that it is the everyday, uneventful moments I miss the most as they flutter by. It is the giggles at diaper changes, the milk drunk smiles, the struggles getting a beloved onesie to fit just one last time. The moments I never think to document, to photograph, because I never really think much about them at all.
I love you, I murmur as my baby nuzzles close to my heart. Evelyn, my wild bird. Evelyn, my little hazelnut. Evelyn, my rainbow. I love you, I love you, I love you.
The words do not seem powerful enough.