no sooner they are out the door, i hear her crying.
i rush to the door to find she had tripped and scraped her leg.
i suppose i'll never stop being surprised over how perfectly she fits in my arms.
as we clean the scrape and have a rather dramatic demonstration of whimpering and whining, i'm certain her leg will need to be amputated. one mention of the doctor and she seems brand new.
we head home for a nap. she is still and peaceful before i can blink.
i stare long at her.
the soft rhythm as her chest rises and falls.
how her long lashes flutter the further she drifts into dreamland.
the sweet pucker of lips i keep kissing.
chubby hands that fit my own like a soft glove.
velvet brown hair that begs to curl.
a month from today, this angel will turn another year older.
it seems impossible. my heart is tender to each moment.
i never knew how bittersweet it would be watch your baby get bigger.
she is less baby and more big girl now.
most days, i think she can give me a dissertation on any number of topics.
she is wiser than most.
and the best friend i always wanted.
as we were leaving my parents this afternoon, she saw a cross in the neighbor's yard.
she reminded me that the cross is only a reminder that Jesus lives in our hearts.
and then she taught me that s-o-n spells Jesus.
i'm certain my heart burst wide open.
right there in the middle of southborough road.
the little girl she is growing into is rather amazing.
a little girl who speaks volumes to this heart of mine.
a little girl whose personality is too big to contain.
a little girl who will always be the baby that fits perfectly in the nook of my neck.
a baby who is my heart's desire and a longing fulfilled.
this girl is the grace-gift i never earned. a reward undeserved.
yet, a gift i will continue to give back to the Giver of all things good.
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