Two jade eyes gazing up at me, releasing all the doubt and insecurity. No room for such negativity now that I’m finally free. Brown hair a tangled mess, barely more than peach fuzz but nothing less. Tiny fingers and toes wiggling in excitement, struggling to escape her fuzzy and warm confinement. These are the days when the worst thing is a pink colored blanket and food approaching on a flying spoon. These are the days her moms are nothing more than ridiculous loons. But these are also the days of rocking chairs, baby cribs, dirty diapers, Disney movies, and learning all about child care. Nothing more beautiful than the beginning days of mother hood. Nothing more important than raising a child to be good.
Nothing more desirable than loving her with you.