Sigh. My girl. She is so incredibly beautiful. So genuinely happy. So warm and affectionate. So absolutely perfect.
I feel overwhelmed by her presence.
I hold in my arms this perfectly amazing little girl. She reaches up, puts my face in her hands, looks into my eyes and smiles. Then, she’ll kiss me sweetly and say, in her tender little voice, “I yaya (I love you)”. At that moment, I feel humbled, I feel grateful, I feel so incredibly lucky to be her mother and I have to ask myself “Why was God so kind to me?”
cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese cheese.
There are moments where I just want to BITE HER ALL OVER because she’s just that cute and I love her that much. Instead, I’ll take her little hand in mine, kiss it and say “One day I hope you can understand the depths of my love for you little girl.”
And then I bite her just a little bit because if I don’t? I’ll go crazy.
I made up a little song for her and I sing it to her everytime I hold her. As I begin to sing it, her big, brown eyes light up and she’ll start clapping. She’ll giggle a little, then, she’ll begin hum along while smiling at me through the entire song. As I watch how happy that silly little song makes her, I feel so proud. You people would laugh if you heard the song, it’s, well, silly, but SHE LOVES IT. My daughter thinks it’s great and that? I can’t even explain how great it feels.
The name of this blog says it all Unexpected Joy. That’s what she is, my Unexpected Joy. Or, as Ben likes to say “The Joy of Unexpected Cheese” because, MAN, that girl “made me go soft”. Thank God she farts like a grown man because that really helps balance this whole “Cheese” business out.
Balance is good.
(p.s. Speaking of Her Farts..the girl has learned how to “Fart on Command”. Seriously, I say “FART, GABBY! and she grunts, turns red and “pfffffffft” she goes. Awesome)