I love you, Everly.
I love you. I love that you’re starting to string words together…“Where it go?” I love that you are our baby and that you’re small, perfect, reserved, quiet, tender-hearted, funny, thoughtful, and smart. You surprise us all the time with a new skill or word and remind me that you’re thinking & listening all of the time.
I love you so much I almost can’t stand it sometimes. There are nights where I want to go into your room and sleep in your floor to listen to you breathe, knowing how fast you’re becoming a little girl and how I’m madly trying to chase after you and keep you my little baby.
I love the way your hair smells and flips up in the back. I love the way we share yogurt almost every day. I love the way you ask for “meelk” and the way you walk and how you tell me no when I try to brush your hair (I was the same way) and how tiny your body is and how wonderful it is to wake up every day knowing you’re mine (ours) and I can kiss you and hug you and count your fingers and clean your ears out with q-tips and make you laugh at my crazy dancing and sit you on the counter while I make your sandwich only to have your miniature fingers roam the plate for a sliced grape before I’m finished.
I love you, you perfect little hedgehog. You perfect pigeon foot. You perfect baby girl.
I love you in every corner of my mind, every space inside my soul, every piece of my being… there’s not a single place in hiding that does not love you, I am my love for you in a real and crazy way that you’ll never fully understand until they put your baby in your arms and it floods you and that night when you’re in your bed nursing her your heart swells and hurts and you call me and say, “Mama, I know now.”
I’ll throw myself into loving you for my entire life and beyond. Every bit of me. I’ll never stop.
