I don't think I was prepared for how
in love I would be with this creature.
Love her, sure, but I'm infatuated,
mesmerized. I delight in her quirks.
I can't get enough of her smooches.
I even somehow manage to adore her
strong will to test boundaries.
I want to share with you part of our
bedtime ritual that recently turned
me into pure, 100% mommy mush.
After dressing for bed and reading a story
it's become our habit to turn off the light,
and snuggle in the rocker. I say our prayer.
I sing "You are my sunshine."
And at some point during the song, she
looks at me with her doe eyes through the
darkness, with the silliest grin on her face,
kisses me on the mouth mid lyric,
then kisses one cheek, then the other,
all the while holding my face gently in her
tiny, pudgy little hands. The kisses come
like showers over me. Sometimes I can't
finish singing through giggles.
Other times I stop because the tears of
joy choke me up for a moment.
I will forever and ever cherish this
memory of our evening smooches.
How her daytime "No, Mommy!" is forgotten
and cast aside for true love. Mommy and me love.
It's times like these that I am thankful to
have this doll baby to myself at night.
To pray with. To sing to.
To snuggle and smooch with.
Oh to be in love.