I'm in love

of course, with Dallas. Of course, with Reese. But I'm also in love with this hat. This hat on my little peanut sends me into a whirlwind of happy. (If it doesn't do that for you, you need to check your happy-o-meter, it might be broken) How she puts up with my antics, I'll never know. I'm just glad she's not old enough to ask the obvious question..."Momma, is it not 95 degrees outside?" Instead, she joyfully places this handmade, winter warm hat on her scrumptious little head. If only Dallas would play into my ideas like she does. I fear she'll pick up his eye rolling and "only one more" speeches I get. For now, I savor the moments...
of sweetness...

the look of peacefulness because with you, all the world is right baby girl.....

and absolute happy on her face...

sheer excitement over Mommy...

and those rolls. Oh, those rolls. I love them. Isn't that how it's supposed to be? Well, until she grows up. Then it will be "Ooohhhh, those rolls." (Hence the different tone on the latter statement.)

And those eyes. I see such passion for life already. Only God could have created something so intense...

of course, the I'm about to leave if someone doesn't make me laugh...now.

And then, like puppets, we do. And the happiness is right back where it should be.

I'm taking them all in baby girl. Soaking you up with my camera, my heart. Each one. Even the one today where you boycotted both naps and tugged and pulled on me all day long. Oh, did I ruin it with that one? You know I had to bring you back to real life. Thank goodness for my camera. I load up my pictures of this face and the drama from the day is erased. Wonder if she'll be able to do that when she's a teenager?
Odds are in her favor.