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Little things 0:17───|──────3:39 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

“Ok let's try That” I say to Mitch as he suggested trying something different for our song while he adjusts some of the knobs, buttons, and small levers on the sound board.

I look down at my baby girl, Rose, in the crook of one of my arms, I smile widely. She’s holding a teething ring in her hand, chewing on it with her little gummy mouth.

She’s just over 7 months old, and you’ve been the most amazing mother to her. Despite the pregnancy struggles that you went through, you stayed strong, and now we have an adorable little girl.

the late night feeds or changes, the strong set of lungs she tests out every few hours, her adorable little giggle when she's happy and the noises she makes when she's happy, every part of having a newborn is worth it when she's so adorable and when you've got a great partner to help you through it.

I look up at you and smile “she looks comfy” you say to me quietly, and I nod, running a finger over her soft cheek as she giggles “she seems to be” I feel Rose's little hand wrap around my finger, her hand so soft and warm. It's sort of comforting in a way.

I run my thumb over her tiny knuckles, getting completely lost in admiration for our little girl until I hear mitches familiar guitar riffs, remembering i have music to make.

Sighing, I walk over to you “can you hold her while I do this song?” I ask “I wanna hold her afterwards” i add sheepishly, to which you reply with that cheeky sort of look on your face.... (Continue how you like)