The love doesn't grow steadily but rather in spurts...several days at a time, where I find myself adoring every facial expression, holding hands a little longer, yearning to smell the top of that child's head, asking him to sit a little closer, staring more deeply into her eyes. For a few days, I just soak up the goodness of the child and fall more deeply in love with the creature God has entrusted to my care. When the love spurt passes, I find that our connection has strengthened, that my child is even more a part of my self than before.
Well, I'm in a love spurt with Baby Girl right now.
She's so soft and gentle, so perfectly sweet. I love to feel the steady rise and fall of her chest when she sleeps next to me. I love to nurse her hungry little self, as she rests her fist on my collar bone. I love to watch as she smiles into space, and wonder at her happy thoughts. I love to slide my finger into her grasp and hold tight to her. I love to marvel at her bright blue eyes and trace the outline of her rosebud mouth.
I love her.