I watched you today as your daddy held you close to his chest. I made note of how tiny you still looked in his grip. Certainly you have grown since your arrival just five months ago, entering this world just over six pounds.
But you still look small.
Fragile, yet so strong.
Your eyes drifted my way and your gaze caught mine for a moment. I saw through those dark eyes into your sweet spirit in a way that only a mama is capable of doing. Your eyes widened and your body stiffened with joy…you saw me too.
You know me. And I know you.
I heard you tonight. You laughed out loud at my hilarious version of peekaboo as I strapped you into your car seat. Okay, it wasn’t really all that funny, but your belly-jiggling laugh was a kind gesture. If I close my eyes, I can still see your toothless grin and squinted eyes and hear your growl-like chuckle. I could pick your laugh out rooms away.
Your lips have met mine thousands of times and even the way your drool drips from them and dribbles over to mine makes my heart pitter pat.
Now that’s love. Real love.