I love seeing you look at the world with wonder...I love how your eyes peer out at our yard, see the sharp contrast of our big trees on the blue sky and how you turn your head when you hear the birds sing.
I love watching you feed... I love that I am the sole provider of this nourishment to you. It amazes me that my body can sustain you.
I love seeing you smile...I love that sometimes those smiles are, I think, actually intended for me.
I love hearing you use your voice... I love your grunts, your coos, your gurgles and your cries. Sometime I think I understand what you are trying to tell me.
I even love your poopy diapers, your middle of the night cries and feedings, your milky spit-ups and your fussy moments where I can't get you to be happy.
Love, Mom
