everything about you

Oh, Little One.  How I love you.

I love the way you feel against my chest, your fuzzy head beneath my chin and your face burried in the crook of my neck.  I love the way your tiny little fingers touch my face and hold on to my hand.  I love how you cling to my shoulder and take in the sight of all the world from the safety of mum's arms.  I love your chubby thighs, wrist rolls, and squishy cheeks that push your little lips into an almost constant pucker. I love everything about you.

I love how you are finding your voice.  Your squeals and jibbers fill the house with joy.  I love it when you speak out your thoughts, even though I don't know what you are saying.  I love it when you say "dadadada" when you're carefree (and perhaps slightly bored) and "mamamama" when you need comfort.  And, oh, do I love your giggles (and especially the sighs after the giggles).  I love how you respond to my voice with contented little noises.  I love everything about you.  

I love you with your daddy.  Especially with your daddy.  I love how you two find each other so incredibly funny.  I melt when I see you and Daddy reading a Bible story together.  I die when I watch you cuddle.  I love that you have no fear in his arms, and that he will always protect you.  I love how strong he is and how weak you are.  I love everything about you.

I love how you're learning to entertain yourself with moving around.  I love how determined you are to discover every facet of your home. I love the fact that nothing is safe from your unsatisfiable curiosity.  I love it when you tug my pantleg and give my toes sloppy wet kisses.  I love how proud you are when you accomplish something new.  I love everything about you.


I love how you should be sleeping right now, but we're at Grandma and Grandpa's house and they can't possibly let you lie awake alone.  I love that you're sitting on Grandpa right now and patting him affectionately.  I love that you have all your grandparents wrapped around your little finger.  I love everything about you.


Oh, Little One.  Today you are six months old.  You've brought me so much joy, and there is yet so much more to come.  My Little One.  How could I love you any more?