Friday, October 28, 2011

Spoons and Smiles

She eats so little. On most days I will make an effort to be there for one of her mealtimes.

"Oh, chocolate ice cream Mama. You love chocolate ice cream." I spoon small portions into her mouth. Her sweet tired eyes look into mine.

"It's good," she whispers.

I smile as she fixes her gaze on mine.

"That's enough", she says after three spoonfuls.