My favourite photo of my boy is one where he is 3 days old. He looks fuzzy, cute, tiny like a raindrop, and a miracle - a breath of life in a tiny person, pure instinct and basic needs, all swaddled up like a white worm grub. When I look at the photo and think back of him at 3 days old I feel so much joy it squeezes the out breath of me. He is the sweetest thing and it is the sweetest feeling.
I regret not taking more photos of him while he was days old. Back then we were too busy adjusting to life with Dom and me recovering from childbirth to play with the camera. The photo is my most treasured one.
My favourite age of babies is when they are days old!
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