How is it, that when you think you love your child as much as you possibly can, your heart almost explodes out of your chest with even more love?
This is how I’ve felt with Boo the past few weeks. The love I feel for that child, sometimes engulfs me and suffocates me… not that I’m complaining. It just astounds me that I can possibly love her anymore than I already do.
Today, I see my baby has long gone. Replaced by a super-confident, super-independent little girl who is extremely kind and thoughtful, well mannered and an absolute pleasure to spend time with (mostly).
She has grown too… 3 inches in 2 months and skipped a shoe size. The baby size and looks are rapidly departing as we speed toward being 4 years old.
Don’t get me wrong, she is like any pre-schooler and has her ‘special’ moments, and in fact she has probably been naughtier this past week than she has been in her life. Then the moments pass, I look at her and my heart wells with love, and I just want to bundle her up and cuddle her.
My little girl gives the best cuddles in the world.
I love the way she climbs into my bed in the night and strokes my hair and whispers “Excuse me, I love you, sweetie,” and plants a damp kiss on my cheek before promptly being fast asleep.
I’d like to bottle her now, and keep her like this forever and ever…
