The Adventures with my Little One

 I absolutely love my baby girl. She can light up a room just by smiling. If I've had a horrible day at work I just long for the moment I see her at the end of the day and she beams at the sight of her "Mommy". I can almost feel her embrace and feel the warmth of her cheek on mine.

 Those moments will only last for so long and then she will grow up and suddenly, hugging "Mommy" won't be so enticing. In fact, I won't be "Mommy" anymore. I'll be "Mom" or, dare I say it, the dreaded "Mother". So I do desperately try to be thankful for each precious moment I get to spend with her while she still fits into a snuggle in my arms. I kiss her little hands and I kiss her little piggies. She gets such a kick out of me asking her, "Do I see piggies?" She proudly sticks a bare foot into the air to show off those darling, delicious little toes. I tickle her belly and her roly-poly thighs and she giggles with such a magical delight. She cries out, "Ninny", which is how she says Minnie, as in Mouse. I turn on the show while she throws her head back and lets out what I can only describe as a fake laugh that actually isn't fake- "ha ha! ha ha!" she cries out dramatically. Such excitement. Then she runs over to my chair with arms thrust in the air- "help me!" I pick her up and set her on the arm of my chair and she nestles into me as I wrap one arm around her. If I could stay there in that moment for an entire lifetime I'm not sure that I would feel satisfied.

 I love being a "Mommy". It isn't without it's challenges and I have to admit that I nervously think ahead to things like preschool, kindergarten, grade school, junior high, high school, driving, boys, college, marriage....just a second. I *pant* need *pant* a paper *pant* bag. There. I've worked through my panic attack. The future is scary. But for now, I want to focus on documentation of these wonderful baby years in which I'm still her favorite person and she's still my baby girl. And so are the adventures with my Little One.