Friday, August 5, 2011

My Knees

I woke up this morning feeling incredibly guilty.

I haven't spent enough time on my knees thanking my Heavenly Father for this sweet baby that He's given me.

It still doesn't feel real that she's actually here. I have to remind myself every morning that she's mine. And then it's like Christmas. I can't get to her fast enough

and

kiss those tiny cheeks, hands, toes, mouth, tummy, forehead, legs, and anywhere else I can get my kisses on. 

She looks like her daddy. Especially when she's awake.

She definitely has her own personality. She is strong willed. Oh boy. I think we're in trouble.

Every day she's melting our hearts more and more, and therefore, should bring me to my knees more and more.


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