You are my favorite girl. I tell you this at least ten times a day, at least. Every time I do it’s always the same. Hazel, did you know you’re mom’s favorite girl, you are, you really, really are. And each time you give me the sweetest little smile, sometimes the smile is bigger or sometimes it’s just a little one, but every time I love it.
During the day you only want to be held. It isn’t for too long that I can lay you down on the ground -with you surrounded by all your toys- till you start squawking because you aren’t in my arms. I don’t mind, really I don’t. I love holding you and cuddling you, because I know you are one day going to grow out of this stage where you want me to hold you –I’m not looking forward to it by the way. So sometimes I lay down by you and I hold the toys in the air and we look at them and talk. This usually ends up with me taking videos of us laying side by side –see video here– and you squawking some more because you can see my face in the camera and you’re wondering why I’m not holding you. Hazel, you make me feel special.
On our car rides I sit in the back with you, maybe it’s because I’m worried you’ll choke or maybe it’s because I just want to sit back there with you -you decide. While your dad sits up front driving us around we sit, again side by side, and you just stare at me with those big blue eyes –they are killer. I stare right on back, talking with you and holding your hand. Occasionally you’ll have your pacifier in and occasionally, when I talk and smile at you, you’ll stop sucking on your pacifier, spit it out and give me that big smile you’ve become famous for.
I must admit, I love it when someone else is holding you and I catch your eye and you smile at me instead. Or when I start talking and you look in my direction. I love you my Hazel. I cannot begin to tell you how much I love you, how long I’ve waited to be your mom. I’d go through all the hard times to be right here where we are, right here with my most favorite little girl.