This morning, in the silvery dawning light, I held my still-sleepy baby girl tightly in my arms and kissed her fuzzy head as she made the noises of waking.
I stroked her hair. I kissed the funny little strawberry mark I love so much.
I smiled at her.
She smiled back.
Her eyes were so, so blue.
"Ngah," she said. "I love you," I replied.
And in that moment I didn't give an Actual Hoot that I didn't do the vacuuming, or that we did not, in fact, do any packing while Daddy Bear was on holiday, or that the house is a bombsite, or that I had washing backed up, or that the kitchen floor needs mopping ...
I let it go.
I gave in to just loving her.
I let myself just be. Just enjoy her and not worry about the bad stuff.
Because I have all I need in that little smile and those big blue eyes and those squishy little arms.
She is everything.
She is a gift and a privilege and so, so, so, so ...
Lovely.
~ Love, Miss Cackle
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