Pretty Crinkles

Words & Photography
by Amanda Pahls



Probably grabbing a tissue would be okay.

A few nights ago, the girls came and cuddled with me in bed. They had all fallen asleep, except Norah. She laid by me, rubbing my belly and asked, "Did you get these crinkles from me?" I told her that I got a couple crinkles with all of my babies, but that she gave me the most for sure. She asked me if she would get some when she was a mommy. I told her maybe she would and maybe she wouldn’t. She sighed a long sigh and I asked her why she made that sound. Her response... She looked up at me and said, "Well, it’s just that I hope I get the crinkles too. They’re so pretty."

She asked me if she would get some when she was a mommy. I told her maybe she would and maybe she wouldn’t. She sighed a long sigh and I asked her why she made that sound. Her response... "Well, it’s just that I hope I get the crinkles too. They’re so pretty."

She continued rubbing my belly and as I combed my fingers through her hair, I couldn’t help but cry, feeling so grateful for the truth my 6 year old spoke over me. So grateful for these little ladies and all of my pretty crinkles they gave me.