It is hard to imagine my daughter is 3 months old.
It is harder to imagine what life was like without her. To me, she has always been here.
She thumps her mattress in the morning when she wakes up.
Thump Thump Thump.
Louder and louder until I come for her...and when she sees me she smiles.
Big and bright.
As if to say..."Mommy, isn't it a wonderful day?"
And I say to her... "Good morning my thumper." I scoop her up, kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear..."Who loves you more then Mommy?"
The answer everyday is the same...
Nobody.
8 comments:
such a beautiful picture of her. Its as if she knew exactly what you were writing about.
Glad to see you are home and getting caught up on your bloglines!
Arlo wakes up the same way - the thumping and then the killer smiles. It almost makes it worth waking up at such ungodly hours.
Riley is such a cutie!
Oh, wow. So cute. I'll take two.
So stinking cute. I love the sly look on her face! She has beautiful eyes.
Ovaries, uterus... hush yourselves.
I think she's gorgeous!
I'm glad your back home too.
My son used to thump too. I had almost forgotten about that.
Go make another one, now.
the moosh was a thumper. and a squee-er.
I need another one too.
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