Monday, April 20, 2009
The Bright Spot.
I don't know if anyone else feels this way about their baby. Maybe some do now or in a different time or season, you might.
She is like the dessert hidden in the back corner of the fridge. When the company leaves, when it gets too late for phone calls, she is the juicy goodness that waits for me. Makes me smile, laugh and forget every single thing that brought stress into my life.
Of course there are the hard times. Around 7 each morning or around 10 each night, when I feel like plopping her in another woman's lap and saying, "she's all yours, I'm clockin' out".
But look, you can't buy that. You can't buy the warmth that her dimple creates. Even a brand new Audi with black leather seats and Greg Laswell playing on the stereo cannot top that smiling face. The face of the little girl who loves me so much, absolutely can't live without me, cries-when-I-am-out-and-she-hears-my-voice-through-the-phone.
And then the little girl giggles that float around the corner when she crawls into the girls' room just past bedtime... it can't possibly get better. Their room is dark and they are just nodding off when they see the shape of her body scampering through their doorway, and can't contain themselves. She wants to be with her sisters and they in turn can't leave her alone.
It's pure love.
What the world needs now.