I'm finding parenting to be like marriage in the sense that you always love the person, but sometimes that love is more invigorating, inspiring, intoxicating than at other times.
The past thirty hours or so have been especially sweet. It doesn't hurt that Baby Girl has been in a really great mood today, but it's more than that. Right before my eyes, she is changing. She is sitting up more easily, exploring her world more, becoming ever more alert.
So I want to write this down RIGHT NOW. I don't want to forget or get too busy and find the moment has passed.
Things I love about you that I don't want to forgetThe way you shake your head back and forth before you settle down to fall asleep
When you nuzzle into my neck as I rock you
How your eyes roll back into your head during a nursing session
The way you pull off the breast and smile up at me
The shudder-sigh you let out as you let go and sleep
The profuse raspberries you like to blow
Your little squeals
The way you bicycle your legs with excitement
Your intent furrowed brows
The half suprised, half pleased look on your face when you roll yourself over
Your adorable expression when you cry that makes me half not want to rescue you
The way you pull your legs up when you're sleeping restlessly
How your face lights up when you see your daddy
Your little shy smiles (smile-look away) that you do with strangers
The way you splash in the bath
The way you smell
The way you touch my face and smile
How small you were when we brought you home
When you were my tiny, swaddled papoose
The way you used to purse your lips
How tiny your little lips were
How you used to sleep on my chest
The way you used to look off to the sides all the time
The way your arms used to reach out in uncontrolled little movements
Your snarling head shakes as you would try to latch on to nurse
The curious expression you would get when we would feed you with the dropper
How you looked exactly like your daddy when you slept
Your first smiles
That unbelievably thick hair
The way you smelled
And even before that,
The way I could feel your bottom up under my ribs when you were still inside me
How you would seem to "float up" after a meal
How you would turn and kick
That time you grew still as I sang to you
"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."
Yes, I'm turning into a sappy mushpot... Where's my good ol' snarky self when I need her? ;)