You are sunshine on a cold winter's morning, the sweetness of handpicked apples from harvest's bloom, an exquisite diamond upon black velvet, and the flowery freshness of spring... all rolled into one.
No words can describe fully the joy in my heart each time your laughter rings... and whenever you lay your head upon my shoulder or knee to rest an intermission amidst your action. You are energetic and passionate about life; never grow out of this. I wish I had even half of your eagerness to greet the world with a smile every morning. Lie-ins are not your thing; neither is lazing in bed. Yet. How do you do it? (You don't know what you are missing!)
I pray that I might yet know you and love you more. And make you feel more loved. I apologise for my shortcomings - and for missing your signals, misinterpreting your cries (so very often), and for feeding you yucky food occasionally. You are indeed, a very forgiving baby. God, pray, grant me strength and wisdom.
Hugs and kisses,
momma
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