How I love you...

I don't claim to be a poet. I used to try to write whimsical, thought provoking things, but always got stumped when I thought of phrases and rhyming. That was in my formative teenage years when I had very little to say, but lots of time to try and express it. I don't have that kind of time anymore, but I have much more to say. I love that God lets us grow up, not just in body, but in maturity as well.
I was taking in everything about Mandy and wished I could write something that could somehow compare to the emotions I was feeling. A love a mother has for her child is profound. I wrote down a few of my thoughts and I'll put them in her baby book. Someday, Lord willing, she will have her own babies to hold and love and know that her mommy felt the same for her -- overwhelming, simple, complex, love.

I love you...
I love how you smell like Downy, lotion, milk, and me.

I love your soft, fuzzy head against my cheek.

I love your quick smile and chubby cheeks. The dimple in your left cheeks makes me smile too.

I love your blue eyes, just like your daddy’s. I love how they twinkle with humor when you are happy, snap with excitement when you are curios, and glare in irritation when you are mad.

I love your tiny body. God’s power is seen boldly in creation, but never so awe inspiring as when I see how intricately you are made. I love how you are perfect from your head to your tiny toes.

I love your voice, so high and clear, as you sing beautiful melodies.

I love how you are growing and changing and how you need me so much. It gives me more time to discover how I love you. I love you, oh, Mandy.