I Love seeing you smile and hearing your laughter resound in my head. I Love watching you sleep, the relaxing rhythm of the rise and fall of your belly with each breath. I Love the smell of your hair, the nook of your neck. I Love the innocence in your eyes when you've just woken up and are not quite sure where you are. The way your lower lip quivers when you're about to start to cry. The way you pull your bib off and chew on it while I try so hard to feed you. The way your little hands explore the world around you. I Love how your father and I know you so well, the meaning behind every sound you make. The way you fall asleep on my chest in the car. The way you hold my pinky finger while you drink your bottle. The way your tiny body molds into mine as we lay down together. I Love those pondering eyes. The way they already look wise beyond their mere 15 months on this earth. I Love to dream of what you will become one day: a dancer, an artist, an astronaut? Whatever you choose, I will be there to support your dreams. I Love how you've 'rocked my world' and shown me what and who is really important. I Love how you've helped me renew my Faith in God. I Love how with your birth, I became a whole new person and I Love the me I've become.
I Love that you're mine and I am yours. Today, Tomorrow, and Always. I Love You, my Sweet Sweet Micaela.
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