Aaron told me last night that I have the best job in the world. I could not agree more.
I get to play on the floor.
I get to laugh and giggle and tickle.
I get to ask, "Where's mama's nose?"
I get to see her point her little finger to my nose...or flinch when she pinches it instead.
I get to watch her turn on the turbo speed crawl.
I get to see her turn on the turbo speed walk while she holds onto the furniture.
I get to walk with her as she holds onto my finger.
I get to hold her.
I get to kiss her.
I get to hug her.
I get to cuddle with her.
I get to snuggle with her.
I get to watch her kiss Fletcher through the window.
I get to watch her wave at Fletcher oodles of times each day.
I get to chase her down the hall.
I get to catch her and together we squeal with delight.
I get to clean up the disasters and messes that she leaves behind her.
I get to fix her sippy cups of water.
I get to wipe up water after she dumps her sippy cups.
I get to see her explore her world.
I get to see her learn and discover and experience every day.
I get to learn and discover and experience right beside her.
I get to watch in amazement as she stands by herself longer every day.
I get to listen to her jabber and babble.
I get to laugh at her new tongue tricks.
I get to cook and clean with her hanging onto my leg.
I get to read to her.
I get to stick my finger in her mouth to get out the cardboard/paper she eats.
I get to sing and dance with her.
I get to stick her feet into socks a jillion times a day.
I get to search the store for her socks that she takes off and throws.
I get to wave to her and say "hi" back to her.
I get to change dirty diapers and rub lotion on her soft body parts.
I get to laugh at her bedhead.
I get to "kiss it better" after she tumbles or smacks her head or slams her finger in a drawer.
I get to be suddenly hugged when the urge attacks her.
I get to make her baby food and try to get her to eat it.
I get to be with her and love on her and be present.
I get to be her mommy - the very best job in the world.
She is 10 months old, and she melts my heart.
It is a great job! The picture of her looking out the window is awesome!
ReplyDeleteI love my wife and she is absolutely the best
ReplyDeletethe poor woman never gets a good nights rest.
My heart is overwhelmed by the love I have for my girls
I've traded my sports equipment and guns for a bunch of dolls.
There's nothing better at the end of a long stressful day
a hug and kiss from both of my girls has never made me feel this way.
Love you both - Da da
Oh, your husband's note brings tears to my eyes. And he's exactly right--what beautiful, precious jewels he has! And I agree with you too; you do have the best job in the world. :)
ReplyDeleteI miss you! Love, Polly