i love when she sleeps like this.
unknowingly showing me that she does still have "baby" in her.
reminding me of sweeter, less tantrum filled days.
that cute little butt. the one that i longed to squeeze when i constantly pushed on as it was lodged in my ribs.
i call her "baby eliza"
she corrects me, "no, ziza"
"yep, baby ziza!"
"no, june...ziza june"
my big girl.
the one that can still fit in her "big sister" jammies and says "deeya!" when i pull them over her head.
i love the little glimpses of innocence after a rough day.
i need them...and them.