Little Girl Affection

Day Ninety-three: Ariel is an affectionate girl. She likes to cuddle and snuggle. She pats my back when I hold her. She throws her arms out wide when she wants to be held. She offers kisses when someone says they love her. She gives kisses to anyone and anything (like toys) that makes her smile. She signs "please" when she wants to be picked up. She stands and lays her head on my shoulder when I sit on the floor with her. She hugs me tight when she gets out of time out. She can't get close enough sometimes. She turns in the middle of the room and walks backwards several steps so she can sit in my lap. She must sit on me, the floor in front of me is not good enough.When she sits beside me, she leans on me. When we sit together, she usually ends up turning to face me and climbing across my lap. These times end with pudgy legs wrapped around my waist and sweet arms around my neck. When I pick her up, she holds on with her whole body. She likes to walk around and look at things, but she likes me to be with her. She holds my finger. Tight. I have to pry it off sometimes. She isn't afraid or anxious. She just likes me with her. She has learned to point with one finger at people she recognizes. Sunday, she learned to move her finger in a "come here" kinda way. She likes people.

I read a post earlier today by a mom who is enjoying every minute of her time with her new baby. She said she will not look back 20 years from now and scold her younger self for not appreciating her babies.

I am loving every minute of this time I have with my girl, at least I am trying to - considering I'm far from perfect. I cannot explain the way I feel about her. The way I feel when I look at her. The way I feel when she hugs, pats, and reaches for me. The way it feels to see her smile. I didn't know this feeling existed until I felt it. It is intense. I could almost describe it as painful, but it is too sweet for that.

I will not look back and I wish I could tell myself to enjoy this while I have it. I am enjoying it. I am treasuring her.

Thank you, God, for letting me be a mommy.

Thank you for putting together this perfect little girl. Thank you for teaching me about love through her.

Thank you for loving her more than I possibly can.

I am in awe as I consider that you love each of us with more intensity than we'll every understand. Almost painful. I'm sure.



What's this about? I decided on my birthday to make a commitment to being intentionally thankful. I challenged myself to post one thing I am thankful for everyday this year.