Last night, as Grace slept in her portable bassinet next to me, I sat and watched her for awhile (when I should have been sleeping myself). I looked at her sweet, innocent, peaceful face, and just thought of the many things I love about her.
- I love the way she stretches: Grace has a few different stretches. One of them she sticks her booty out, puckers her lips, stretches her arms out, and turns her head from side to side. It's adorable. Another stretch is one she does on the changing table. She raises her arms over her head, and sticks both legs out as straight as they'll go. It's adorable as well.
- I love the way she smiles. Her smile is big and happy and toothless. She smiles in response to our smiles, and it's just the sweetest smile there ever was. She loves to smile at Brian. But she'll also smile at me, at her grandparents, and really even at strangers if they smile at her first. It's cool to see that she can read facial cues and smile back. She'll even smile at herself in the mirror. She smiles with her whole face, and it's just perfect.
- I love the way she sleeps. Whether it's in my arms, or right next to me. She sometimes squeaks or grunts in her sleep. She sometimes stretches her legs in her sleep. Her mouth makes the motion of feeding, puckering up a little. There is nothing better than having her curled up in my lap or in my arms as she sleeps.
- I love how she shows us she's happy. She kicks her legs when she's happy or excited, usually just one leg at a time, sometimes both. It's just a happy, innocent kick. (Not to be confused with the leg kicking she does when she's mad). She also has happy sounds she'll make. They sound like the start of baby talk noises.
- I love her little body and face. I love her big belly that sticks out. I love her big round cheeks that get red if she's too hot or if she's mad. I love her tiny nose and ears, and perfectly symmetrical and naturally groomed eyebrows. (How is it that my newborn came out of the womb with better eyebrows than I've ever had?). I love her eyes that look up at me, expectantly, as if to say "What are we doing next, Mom?"
But most of all,
-I love the way she loves us. As Brian and I figure out how to be parents, what it means to be parents, and how to survive being parents, she completely trusts us. She trusts us to keep her fed, clean, and happy. She loves us. She wants to be held by us, she wants our attention, she wants us to be near her. We are her everything, and she is ours. Her love is the sweetest thing, and I hope we never take it for granted.
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