Being Mom

I love your little fingers and how they reach around my neck to find their favorite chunk of hair to hold onto while we walk across the house.  Your gummy smile melts me straight through.  Especially when you catch yourself in the mirror and find it so amusing that I'm there too. I love your open-mouth kisses and the way you hold daddy's hand when he's doing homework. I love how you talk to yourself when you're sleepy.  And I LOVE your 'good morning' squeals.  I love when we go outside and your head flips side to side so fast, just to make sure you're taking everything in.  I love how you inhale and squeeze my fingers when a big breeze comes. I love it when you sing with me.  I love when you wake up so happy that you raise your feet high in the sky and pound them down with such excitement.  I love when you get so serious and then kick your feet and wave your arms as fast as you can...and then smile at yourself for being so speedy.  It takes me to my knees every time I rock you at night and get to examine all your little features. You are so beautiful. I love your sleepy face and your little puckered-lip smile. You get that from your daddy. You bring so much light to our family and to everyone who meets you.  Those big, blue, pure eyes radiate joy and love and beauty in the Truest form. I don't remember what life was like before I was your Mommy, but whatever I did then and whatever I've accomplished in years before are miniscule next to being in our home with you. This is happiness and you and your handsome daddy are the source. I love you.      Love,  Mom