Love
2004-02-26 @ 12:39 p.m.

I love the nights when it's just she and I. We cook dinner together, sit around and watch movies or TV - depending on what night it is.

I love the way her "pig tails" curl naturally at the ends and bounce on her little head.

I love the way her face changes completely when her hair is pulled back.

I love her smile. Oh God that smile. It does things to my heart that I never thought possible. My whole stomach flips.

I love her laugh. It's deep, yet almost a squeal at the same time. Especially when she gets going really hard, it's so funny. And contagious. She starts, then I start, then we're just completely hopeless.

I love the way when I dropped her off at school yesterday she took of her jacket, turn and caught a glimps of her rear side and said "Oh! I've got a cute butt!"

I love the way she tells me "I wuv you Mom." just before falling asleep, every night.

I love the way she climbs on top of me, nose touching mine, and whispers, "Mommy! I want Lion King Cereal!!" first thing in the morning.

I just love her. Every bit of her. How can you not laugh at your children? Even when she's being a terror I laugh at her. It's just funny to see the things she does. Why not have fun with them? What's the point of life otherwise?

~M.