She latched with hardly any help that morning she was put on my chest, almost as if she entered this world with a mission to find momma’s milk. 

Everyday we had our time together.

That moment where I turn to her to empty my breasts and she turns to me looking for food.

We got the opportunity to study each other. 

Observing her as she takes in the milk that I create with this body.

Noticing the length of her eye lashes, the shape of her mouth, the color of her eyes, her soft baby hair, the adorable tufts on her ears.

Listening to her breathe, grunt, and moan.

Watching her toes wiggle and her hands open and close, sometimes reaching out to grab hold of one of my fingers or my hair or touch a freckle. 

She looks up at me and studies my skin, my face, my tattoos, my scent, my voice, and my energy as she makes connections and finds trust in our bond. 

I can’t help but get lost in the moment, realizing just how big of a miracle she is.

In those moments I find so much appreciation for this body of mine as it continues to create exactly what she needs. 

Abundance.

Nurturing abundance.

Breastfeeding is by far the most beautiful journey I’ve ever embarked on.

It was daily reminder to stay present and find beauty in the moments of quiet connection knowing that those moments are fleeting. 

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