One of the things words can't encompass

[ailbhe]

and photography can't capture and art cannot describe, is the feeling of a soap-slippery baby in the shower, wriggling and laughing while I wash the soap out of the creases around her neck, water beading on her face and slicking her hair down dark.

Warm rain is just about the BEST, apparently.

(Also, before I pick her up, she likes the sound of the shower enough that I can stand in it and get fully, properly washed before she gets bored.)

Comments

[gool_duck]

That's so lovely. It is a good poem-in-prose for poetry day.

[supermouse]

This is one of your loveliest posts, ever, and you write some humdingers.

[cabbagemedley.livejournal.com]

Laughing babies FTW.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

She sounds adorable beyond words. :D

[mrs-redboots.livejournal.com]

I wondered how you managed to wash yourself too - E hasn't tried to take J in the shower yet, but he might like it better than he likes baths. Although I gather he's beginning to like them, too, and he certainly likes kicking on a towel with nothing on at all!