I treasure them.The moments when she flings her little arms around my neck, with childish abandon.
The unchecked kisses she liberally rains on my lips, face, and neck.
Her little voice calling, "Mama? Mama?" even if I'm just in the other room.
Her pride in learning how to wear, and walk around in flip-flops.
The association she makes between the animals in her picture book, and the sounds they make.
Her singing, "Jesusss" and humming the rest of the tune to "Jesus Loves Me".
Her big eyes filling with tears when she hears her da-da's voice on the phone.
Her saying "Uh-oh", when she wants a diaper change.
Her sharpie scrawling on my books and table.
Her bulging tummy, and perpetual appetite for food and snacks.
Her crazy dancing when Dada returns home from work.
Her long blink complete with a wink, when it's time to "close your eyes and pray"
Her obsession with typing on our keyboards
But best of all, those generous kisses on my face . . .
I treasure them.
2 comments:
Aww, you're making my eyes tear up for all the love that she is showering upon you!
This is precious. I love you guys!
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