The fragrance of bananas on tiny hands when they are smooshing my nose.
Nonexistent personal space filled with small, dark eyes when they are inches from mine at 2am.
Endearing meltdowns when she just sits pouting at the injustice of it all.
Stuffy nose snoring through the baby monitor that sends me off to sleep.
Any one of a million different, toothless smiles.
Spending the last hour listening to the sounds of a 7 month old talking to herself.
Becoming the playground to be crawled over, sat on and toppled over.
Long, quiet walks.
Daily pulling of my lips, sticking her fingers in my nostrils and jabbing my eyes.
At times, being the only one she wants, until I hold her and she pushes away.
No matter how completely draining today may have been, I always look forward to doing it all again tomorrow.


