I just cant get enough of her.
I smother her in kisses every morning and carry her as long as possible before she is squirming to get down and when I lay her down at night, I can’t wait to do it all over again. Despite her increasing independence and apparent, unique spunkiness, she is still the Sweetest thing.
I wouldn’t call her mellow, so much anymore. She is a very healthy, active 16 month-old: she darts into the street to get to that tether ball she eyes at our neighbors across the way; she lets her sister know in very clear ways she can’t be bullied around and she throws herself on the floor in a short lived fit when something doesn’t please her. But she still loves her sleep, she loves to share with everyone, to give big sister her blankie and “baca”, to wave “hello” and “goodbye” to everyone and anyone. She still loves her daddy’s arms for comfort and consolation when she is overly tired or sick and loves to pat or lay her soft cheeks on my baby bump. And she still melts my heart even though the days of holding her close to my chest are fading all too quickly.