It has been two months and seven days since I first saw your face. But for some reason it was only this morning that I woke up and realized that I am your mama and what a privilege that is. You kicked your feet against the side of my leg and grinned as hard as your little face knows how.
It was then that I realized- not because you're a good sleeper (currently at least, thanks baby girl!) or hardly ever fuss or grump or because you have awesome hair (though daddy might try to convince you that's why) or because you put yourself down for naps or because you're just so gosh darned cute- I realized that even if you were a terrible sleeper who fussed and grumped and had no hair and fought me to take naps and were not cute at all I would still love you with all of my being because you are Margaret, my baby, my daughter and nothing you do or don't do, are or aren't could ever change that.
It was then that I realized- not because you're a good sleeper (currently at least, thanks baby girl!) or hardly ever fuss or grump or because you have awesome hair (though daddy might try to convince you that's why) or because you put yourself down for naps or because you're just so gosh darned cute- I realized that even if you were a terrible sleeper who fussed and grumped and had no hair and fought me to take naps and were not cute at all I would still love you with all of my being because you are Margaret, my baby, my daughter and nothing you do or don't do, are or aren't could ever change that.
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