Okay moms and dads, I’m sure you can relate to most of the things on this list. Yes?
I’ve been a huge ball of love and mush for daughter since the day she was born. Sometimes I look at her and cry because she’s so freaking cute and I just love her so much.
I want to cuddle my baby all day long from now until forever. I know I should just cherish these moments (and I am), but I’m already dreading and sad for the day when she’ll be too big (or too cool) to cuddle with me.
I already miss the day when she won’t fit nicely on my chest to fall asleep and it hasn’t even happened yet.
I could stare at her all day long. I’ve memorized her entire face and all her hilarious facial expressions.
I love the sound she makes when she sucks on her hand.
I love her crazy hair and that it’s the first thing people notice and comment about. I thought she had a lot of hair when she was born (and she totally did) but when I look back at pictures of it she has none compared to now. It stays down for about two seconds when she’s in the bath or just coming out of one, but then it goes back to sticking up. Her crazy awesome hair completes her perfect personality.
Her cry breaks my heart. When she had her first cold and felt so miserable, there are times when she was so congested and just started to cry and look at me like she’s saying “help me, mom!” It hurt me that there was nothing I could do to instantly heal her. Sometimes when she’s fussy from being tired or having a little gas, she sticks out her bottom lip and pouts when she cries and it kills me. I never want her to be unhappy.
Every night before I fall asleep, I look at all of the gazillions of pictures I have of her on my phone. I’ve seen them all so many times, but I just can’t get enough of them.
I love our impromptu dance parties. She loves everything from The Rolling Stones to Miley Cyrus and The Beatles to Nicki Minaj, but I think her favorite thing is the silly faces I make while I’m singing the songs to her.
I love how she wakes up every single morning with a huge smile on her face and without a care in the world.
I think I’ll cry happy tears for an hour the first time she says “mama.”
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