Miss Moo

Have I mentioned that I'm in love?  This little one and I spent a lot of time together this weekend, just us two.  We traveled through her hunger and sweet feedings where she is almost holding her bottle, through her many diapers, and through so many or her facial expressions, from drunken sailor to sweet angel.  She cooed and I sighed, she smiled and I smiled too, she squeeked and I laughed.  She slumbered and I watched over her and imagined myself standing at the helm of our life together, looking out over the horizon, making sure that this sweet angel was safe and warm and tucked in beneath my protective wings.  And when I was sure, I gently combed her wispy hair and kissed her slumbering cheeks.  Then I kissed her again.

I love my Moo.