Everytime

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.)