If I'm being honest, I love my daughter. I love her probably more than I let on to others. I love her gummy smile and the fact that most of her face is dominated by these huge beautiful eyes that spend all of their time taking in everything around her. I love that she's a little pig who loves nothing so much as she loves eating. I love that she's developing preferences. I love that she's loves her jump jump, and that she likes going on walks. I love that she keeps learning new things, and that watching her learn about life is not at all sad for me. It's exciting. I love that she's smart and curious, that she is beautiful and funny, and the sound of her laugh is one of the best sounds in the world.
And, if I'm being honest with myself, I think she loves me too. Sometimes she leans toward me when someone else is holding her. Sometimes I come over to where she can see me and she smiles. Sometimes I sing to her after bath time and she grins and kicks her feet because she's so happy. But my favorite, my absolute favorite thing, is that lately she just seems to want to stare at me. There are often times when I'm feeding her and she stares up at me and just grins, like she's so happy to see me. Yesterday, I was feeding her and she kept reaching up gently and running her hand along the bottom of my hair, eyes smiling as she touched it, then she'd pull her hand back and do it again and sigh, and I melted. Sometimes I think that she might love me just about as much as I love her.
And I'm ok with that.
Beautiful :)
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