February is for Love

I sure do love this baby girl of ours.

I love that she covers her face with my hair when I'm cradling her to sleep.  

I love it when she gets so excited she scrunches up her face then squints her eyes and shivers.

I love that her favorite noise to make is "momomomomomomom" even though she doesn't know what she's saying.

I love that she follows me around like a puppy dog.

I love the pacifier mark on my cheek because she has to press her face into mine when she's falling asleep on my shoulder.

I love that she and Lily are best friends.

I love that one of her favorite games is to give open-mouthed "kisses" and expects praise after every one.

I love that she is such a mama's girl, even though it makes things difficult at times.

I love the huge smile she gives Daddy when he comes home for lunch.

I love that she plays with my hair when we're walking around doing chores.

I love that when something upsets her she continues to softly whimper, even after you pick her up, as if she's feeling sorry for herself. 

I love that her hair color is an exact match to mine.

I love that bedtime stories with Daddy is one of the only times she sits still.
And I love that she's all ours.