a thought on love.

i get it.

that love of a parent that people always try to describe 
and they say when you have one you'll get it

well, i get it.

i look at my darling little stella

and to me she is perfect.

her grandpa hairline, even her booger nose, cod-fished mouth sleeping
 it's just perfect.

even when she is swaddled in my arms as i rock her to nap 

and she may make an unpleasant sound

i still look down and i'm overwhelmed with this love. 

it's so strong that i sometimes just want to kiss her face off.

she probably is annoyed about how i kiss her face so often, 
but she has a tentative soon-to-be laugh when i do it so far.

(not sure how long it will last).

it's that love where you will do anything in order to protect this little being,

you hurt when they suffer the smallest of pain,
and want them to learn all the fullness of life.

no joke it's the hardest job in the world, but by far the most rewarding things i've done to date.
...
and my little monkey can't even speak.


<3