I love my babies.
I love my little Evie-Doodle.
Her bursts of sudden and quite uncontrollable laughter.
I love the way she walks with her belly pushed out and back arched.
I love that bubble wrap and popsicles can make her so happy.
I love the way she flings a door open and explodes into a room.
I love that she explores her world by touching.
I love that she still kisses with an open month.
I love that she is not stingy with kisses. She will dole out 20+ in one sitting.
I love that, “can I have a kiss?” is, maybe, the only verbal request she responds to regularly.
I love when she stands behind me and hugs my neck.
I love how her body melts into mine when I hold her.
I love that she has taught me the most important lessons I’ve ever learned.
I love every single inch of my happy baby’s body, heart, mind, and soul.
I love my XiXi-bots.
I love the way she says, “good morning, mama.”
I love her enthusiasm for travel.
I love her feisty spirit.
I love her sense of humor.
I love when she puts her hand over her mouth when she laughs.
I love that she asked me, “can I get you anything?” when I was crying about my dad’s death.
I love that she corrected me when I answered one of her questions about evie, “because evie doesn’t talk,” with, “yes her does!”
I love how she cares for her baby dolls.
I love her wild imagination.
I love her little chipped-tooth smile and her belly laughs.
I love that she challenges me and makes me think long and hard about what I want my words and actions to teach her.
I love every iota of her mind, body, heart, and soul.
Happy New Year sweet babies! Thank you for filling my days with love, joy, and meaning.