Everytime i get tired, i think of her cute fat rounded toes and fingers.
Everytime i think i am bored, i will remember her super soft skin rubbing against mine (not so soft skin).
Everytime i remember that i havent smile, i take a whiff of her little but soft hair.
Everytime i take a breather, i reach for her hugs (she squashes our faces together)
Everytime i reach the peak of frustration, i hear her loud squeals and cheerful sounds of nothing but daada, daada.
Everytime i hear a sad tone, i look for her assuring smile of two visible bottom teeth with puffed up cheeks.
Everytime i look like crap, i search for her chuckles and giggles.
Everytime i search for the meaning of life, i see love.
Everytime i see love, i know i am blessed.
(she woke for her milk at 3 am. In the dark, she searched for my face and immediately broke into a beautiful smile for me. Only for me. At 3 am. It seemed like it was just the two of us, in the whole wide world, at this hour.)