A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet
Kayla,
I wanted to take a minute to write down some of the nicknames we have come up for you:
Peanut
Munchkin
Fussy-buns
Stinky-butt
Squeakers
Kayla-bear
Baby girl
Sweet pea
Love-muffin
On another note, I am starting to get a better perspective of the term "unconditional love". Kayla, I love you unconditionally. You fuss, you cry, you scream, you squeak, you need to feed All.THE.TIME, you need to constantly be held, and you tire me out... you really are just learning communication skills, meaning you are learning to cry, and I am learning how to respond. You aren't yet capable to giving anything back, so essentially you are taking, and taking, and taking. Under any other circumstance, I would find this constant need to comfort and soothe, and this extreme responsibility, both frustrating and possibly annoying. However, I am treasuring these times. I love you so much it almost breaks my heart to think about it. The way you know my voice and search the room for me, the way you smile smugly when you are full and content, the peaceful look you give when you are sound asleep, the startle reflex you have that makes me laugh, the way you get excited when you know you are about to be fed, the cooing noises you make, the smiles you give, the fact that I see both David and I in your face... you are so precious to me. I love you no matter what you do. My love for you in unconditional. Doesn't mean I don't get frustrated... but my love for you will never end. Becoming a parent has opened my eyes and my comprehension of what it is like to be a child of God - how precious I must be, that he created ME, and loves ME, no matter how much I annoy Him.