Almost Five

Words & Photography
by Kristina Nissen



At some point I can’t exactly recall, my baby stopped needing to be rocked to sleep. He stopped asking to be carried on my hip. It all just happened less and less until it no longer existed.

At some point I can’t exactly recall, my baby stopped needing to be rocked to sleep. He stopped asking to be carried on my hip. It all just happened less and less until it no longer existed. But now he spontaneously tells me that I’m beautiful EVERY day. He closes his eyes and holds my face when he kisses me. He makes me coffee mid-afternoon.

But now he spontaneously tells me that I’m beautiful EVERY day. He closes his eyes and holds my face when he kisses me. He makes me coffee mid-afternoon. He tells me stories and makes me special trinkets out of legos. Sigh...I couldn’t possibly choose which stage I prefer; I’m just so grateful for each moment. Here’s to (almost) five, little love.