I feel like these days, my life is filled with love.
Whenever I lay in bed next to Daddy, or sit together and watch shows in the evening. I know how lucky I am to have someone in my life that I love so much and that loves me back. There is a security in that, in knowing him so well, and in him knowing me.
Whenever I hold Baby Girl, I remember 5 long years of trying to get her. I remember how fast time flies by and know that she will not be a baby nearly long enough for me. Every time I pick her up, I put my cheek against her head and try to soak up the feel of her, the smell of her, the sound of her breathing. I try to imprint the feeling of her in my memory for those days when she is running full tilt and I long to hold her close but can't catch her for a cuddle. She is so sweet and cuddly and snuggly. When I look at her beautiful brown eyes, all wet with tears, smiling at me because I came to rescue her from her crib, I smile from my soul. She is such a treasure. I am constantly aware of how much I wanted her, how long I waited for her, and I am overwhelmed by the depth of the love I feel for her deep in my soul. She is a prescious treasure I had to work to get, that I had given up on getting. I know how lucky I am that I get to love her.
Whenever I go into my big girl, Big Girl's room to wake her up in the morning, I look at how beautiful she is growing to be. She is tall, slender, with huge brown eyes and she loves nothing more than to get lots of hugs and cuddles. She is a little love sponge that just soaks up all the love you can pour into her and glows in the light of it. I love the feeling of her little hand in mine as we trudge down the stairs in the morning, to face the day together. I love how hard she works to do her reading homework, and the joy she takes in the stories. I love how she is always willing to drop what she is doing to come and give you a big hug and kiss.
She has imaginary friends. They haven't been around as much since her sister was born, and they have been reduced from four to just one, but she has one there just the same. Daddy called Big Girl into the living room the other day and this is how the conversation went:
Daddy: "Who is Margaret?"
Big Girl: My best friend.
Daddy: Who is Jasmine?
Big Girl: My best friend.
Daddy: Who are Alex and Matthew
Big Girl: My best friends.
Daddy: So if you have so many friends in real life, why do you need to have an imaginary friend?
Big Girl: Well, I play with them when I am outside, at school, or at the center, but when I am up in my room, I have nobody to play with and to talk to. If I had no imaginary friends, I would just be in my room talking to myself and Daddy that would be just silly!
Daddy: Uumm . . . Okay then.
How can you not love a little mind that come up with logic like that?
Whenever I lay in bed next to Daddy, or sit together and watch shows in the evening. I know how lucky I am to have someone in my life that I love so much and that loves me back. There is a security in that, in knowing him so well, and in him knowing me.
Whenever I hold Baby Girl, I remember 5 long years of trying to get her. I remember how fast time flies by and know that she will not be a baby nearly long enough for me. Every time I pick her up, I put my cheek against her head and try to soak up the feel of her, the smell of her, the sound of her breathing. I try to imprint the feeling of her in my memory for those days when she is running full tilt and I long to hold her close but can't catch her for a cuddle. She is so sweet and cuddly and snuggly. When I look at her beautiful brown eyes, all wet with tears, smiling at me because I came to rescue her from her crib, I smile from my soul. She is such a treasure. I am constantly aware of how much I wanted her, how long I waited for her, and I am overwhelmed by the depth of the love I feel for her deep in my soul. She is a prescious treasure I had to work to get, that I had given up on getting. I know how lucky I am that I get to love her.
Whenever I go into my big girl, Big Girl's room to wake her up in the morning, I look at how beautiful she is growing to be. She is tall, slender, with huge brown eyes and she loves nothing more than to get lots of hugs and cuddles. She is a little love sponge that just soaks up all the love you can pour into her and glows in the light of it. I love the feeling of her little hand in mine as we trudge down the stairs in the morning, to face the day together. I love how hard she works to do her reading homework, and the joy she takes in the stories. I love how she is always willing to drop what she is doing to come and give you a big hug and kiss.
She has imaginary friends. They haven't been around as much since her sister was born, and they have been reduced from four to just one, but she has one there just the same. Daddy called Big Girl into the living room the other day and this is how the conversation went:
Daddy: "Who is Margaret?"
Big Girl: My best friend.
Daddy: Who is Jasmine?
Big Girl: My best friend.
Daddy: Who are Alex and Matthew
Big Girl: My best friends.
Daddy: So if you have so many friends in real life, why do you need to have an imaginary friend?
Big Girl: Well, I play with them when I am outside, at school, or at the center, but when I am up in my room, I have nobody to play with and to talk to. If I had no imaginary friends, I would just be in my room talking to myself and Daddy that would be just silly!
Daddy: Uumm . . . Okay then.
How can you not love a little mind that come up with logic like that?
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