Today Fable is eight-months old. And I am bruised and bloodied from pinching myself and punching myself in the face because "wake up! There's no way she's real!"
But she is and it's insane to me sometimes. I'm addicted to her laugh and her smile and her little bitty backwards waves. I want to inject her into my veins, my little heroine. And trust, if I could do it? I totally would.
musical credit: Women's Realm: Belle and Sebastian