Participating in Five Minute Friday! Today’s word is:
Often times, the cutest, the most heart touching parts are the ones that are bare.
The tiny baby toes sticking out of the blanket. The ones you can never keep the socks on and seem too tiny to be real. Those are the only toes I love. I hate feet – mine, my husband’s, anyone’s – except for those bare baby toes.
And those bare little bottoms, fresh out of the tub, running down the hall, away from the diaper and the jammies. Nothing is sweeter than those round cheeks and the sound of laughter cutting through the heavy, steamy air.
The bare chest, covered with dark hair, that I rest my head on in the dark of the night. Sometimes in afterglow, other times in restful peace, sometimes in tearful sorrow. But that warm and solid spot is always a refuge. A place I find my calm and my support.
Those bare parts are more than just cuteness and skin. They are the essence of those I love. They are their bodies, stripped of everything and bare in a way only those closest to them know. They are my view of a little secret between me and my loves.