Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I used to daydream about boys.  A lot.  About the latest date, about something he said, or did, that just made my heart go pitter-patter.  Before that, I daydreamt about... I don't know, toys?  Or cupcakes?  It's been a while since my pre-boy-filled-daydream times began.  

But now, now I find myself sitting here, daydreaming about my baby.  About the smile that lights up her face when she first sees me in the morning, even when she's starving. About the way she clings to me when she's upset.  About her coos (some might call them shrieks) as she tries out all her new found sounds.  She is the new love of my life.  Boys just can't compete.

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