A spontaneous smile every time I come into view.
A little hand that tugs my pants, asking to be held.
The solemn eyes and pointing finger that make sense of an unintelligible question.
A look of sincerity when a hand is thrust forward to share a sippy cup of milk with me.
The feathery hair that touches my chin as a sleepy head finds refuge on my shoulder.
A pair of willing arms that reach up from the crib and a sleepy smile after nap time.
Who would have guessed that falling in love would be so absolutely beautiful?
-Friday, July 29, 2005


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