Some things about being a mom really aren't that fun. Like this morning, Elise pooped all over her clothes while I was changing her diaper (which is probably my fault for not being more careful). Then later, she pooped all over me while I was changing another diaper (again, my fault). There's also all the worrying that goes along with it. And sometimes babies can be exhausting. And my belly, which is covered in stretch marks, is now the consistency of bread dough.
Truthfully, though, that's about all I can think of that isn't that fun. Most of the time Elise and I have such a blast. It is so amazing to watch her grow and learn and do new things. I love to cuddle with her. I love her sweet smile, especially the gummy, open-mouthed grin she does sometimes with her eyes closed as she is falling asleep. I love her chubby rolls and her unbelievably soft skin. I love how she makes me want to be the best person I can be so that she will have a good example to follow. I love how happy she is all the time and how easy it is to make her smile. I love how simple her wants and needs are. I love imagining what a beautiful, happy woman she will one day grow up to be. I love imagining all the stages of life she will pass through as she becomes that woman. I love to dress her up in cute outfits. I love making sure she is comfortable and knowing that I am giving her everything she needs. I love that little girl more than I can say. Wow, I'm can't believe I'm crying right now. I have always wanted to be a mother, and I thought it would be pretty fun, but I had no idea how wonderful it really would be. So thank you, Elise, for letting me be a part of your life. And please never forget how much I love you.
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