Melting

I don't know how you do it, Little Girl, but you melt my heart all the time. Just a moment ago I was rocking you for your nap. You were sucking on your bottle and looking up at me with your big brown eyes, rubbing my face with your little fingers like I do to you when you are tired. I whispered "I love you," to you. You pulled your bottle out and gave me two kisses--it wasn't even an attempt to avoid your nap because you didn't jump up and start chatting like you usually do. I thought I was going to cry you were so sweet.