“We find a delight in the beauty and happiness of children, that makes the heart too big for the body”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I figured that Big Girl has had several posts devoted to her (and she’ll have another one at the end of this month) and feel like Littlest Munchkin deserves some super bloggy attention.
She is the epitome of life. She asks me if she makes my heart super happy. And I answer that she does. She makes my heart super duper happy. She dances in our living room with wreckless abandon in a princess outfit and holding a guitar. Sometimes she closes her eyes, holds out her arms, and just sways to the music, her guitar rocking back and forth with her body. Sometimes she’s covered head to toe in nothing but bracelets, necklaces, rings, and crowns. She’s definitely got a way about her. She wakes up my senses in ways that no other can. Each of my children do.
I think every child a mother has is loved equally as much but in such different ways. Avery is so very much like her father, in almost every way. If I hadn’t bore her, I don’t think I could actually claim her as my own. Anabel, however…well, she’s so much like me, but oh so much better. She’s hot tempered, passionate, independent, a leader, mischievous, diva, princess, angel, sugar and spice, and everything nice all wrapped into one short, yummy little package. She is my go-anywhere-do-anything-at-least-once child. I was like that. I kind of still am…just a little bit more inhibited than I was. But Anabel is not. She is uninhibited. And it. is. beautiful. I think if I loved her any more, my heart would simply pop.