Honestly, I went into one of those tears-streaming-down-your-face fits of laughter looking at this picture this morning. She looks like she’s dancing a jig. Seriously, just imagine those legs doing Lord of the Dance. Can’t. Stop. Laughing.
I Can’t Get Enough of Her
Does it ever wear off? The “enthrallment” of them? …of just looking at them and feeling like you’re the luckiest person in the world? I still feel like I’m in the hospital holding my newborn–that pinch-myself reality that I can’t believe this happiness is really happening to me. It hasn’t gone away, and I seriously expected it to. Not the happiness, of course, but that “can-this-really-be-happening-to-me?” dreaminess. It’s still there.
Brett did Daddy Duty several times this week while I had appointments or ran errands and I’ve missed her more each time. But I’m home now, the house is quiet, and she’s sound asleep in the sling..her heart beating right next to mine.
Peekaboo, I Love You
I love mornings. I love the beginning of what I know is going to be a really good day. I love hearing those first wake-up sounds on the monitor and running in to get my first “fill” of her…after an 8 hour sleep, my tank is on empty. I love seeing how happy the first sight of me makes her. I love the way she smells after her bath–all sweet and buttermilky. I love picking out what she’s going to wear and finding the perfect lacy socks to go with it. I love watching her lift up her crib bumper to play peek-a-boo with Daddy. I love having enough “I love’s” to make this list go on forever but stopping because I’ll save some for tomorrow.
More from Plumb’s “Me”…this lyric makes me smile: “I wash your face to make room for all the kisses of tomorrow.”
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