Happy Thoughts

Oh Sadie. Where to begin.
I love you. How about I start there.
It's been non-stop Mommy-Sadie time, but I STILL feel I can't get enough of you.
I love how you stand up against my legs anytime, all the time.
I love how you play with my hair whenever we read, or sing, or snuggle.
I love the mornings with you. OH the mornings. You are so sweet and cozy in that morning light. We have a routine, you know. You wake us up with your sweet little voice talking all about who knows what. You raise your little arms as I take you out of your crib. I change your diaper, and bring you into bed with me (and Daddy, normally). Then we talk and snuggle while you crawl on my face. You eat a little, then snuggle. Then crawl, then eat. Then stare at me with your enormous blue eyes while I tell you how much we missed you during the night. If I had it my way, we'd stay there til sundown. But, eventually, you try to leap off the bed to enjoy your own little adventures.
I love your bright smile. I swear it gives off vitamin d to those that see it. No matter how stressed or frustrated I am, when you look up at me with that big goofy grin, all negativity melts away.
I love how wild you already are. Pretty sure you get that from Daddy.
I love how easily you laugh. I often feel inadequate as a mother, but as I hear you giggle all day long, it assures me that if all else fails with parenting, at least you're happy.
I LOVE how you love your Daddy. I'm almost positive he's your favorite, and that's fine with me. When he comes home from work, you go absolutely crazy in the best way. You laugh your hardest with him, my dear. I hope you always remember that.
I love the back of your neck. I tickle you lightly there, and you giggle as you get the shivers.
I love playing chase with you. You freak out and SCREAM with laughter whenever I say "IIII'm gonna get ya..!" Then you crawl your lil heart out, always looking back to make sure I haven't stopped playing.
I love watching you sleep. Right now you're upstairs snoozing on your belly with your lil bum in the air. It kills me how cute you are.
Sadie girl, I love loving you. I know that sounds silly, but I mean it. The purpose of my life is to love you, and you make it so easy, and so fulfilling.
You're a tiny little 9 month old, and you have the power to change hearts. To change lives.
Keep that in mind as you read this as a (?) year old. What all are you capable of now? Probably more than you know.

xo//xo
mommy