blowing out the candles

I'm not sure why this birthday hit me with sentimentality more than any other.

But it has.

Maybe because I have been more relaxed with this baby than any other.

And that has allowed me to just enjoy.

I'm just not sure.

But enjoy this child is what I have been.

I love her fat, little thighs that make everyone want to squeeze.

I love her chubby cheeks that make her smile even sweeter.

I love her big, round belly that pours over her diaper.

I love her humming when she concentrates on something she's playing with.

I love her open-mouthed kisses and her pats on the back when she gives me luvvies.

I love her dimple and her blue-eyes that show me she's her daddy's girl.

I love her padded little feet that I can't get any shoes on.

I love her big teeth that have come in such a strange pattern.

I love that she's mine.