I am in love with a bald, twelve pound creature who interrupts my sleep and routinely throws up down my shirt and hers. She regularly indulges in the indignities she has visited upon my family room carpet. She's got cradle cap on her head and in her eyebrows. Her neck folds are feeding grounds for fungi. Her tiny hands, fisted so tightly, waft an offensive sweaty foot odor whenever she unclenches long enough to wave them past my face. She roars with fury over diaper changes.
But I cannot get enough of her. I cannot seem to soak up her blue eyes and her rounded, taut tummy and her delicious creamy cheeks. I can't get my fill of her tiny body curved around me, head resting in my neck. I crave her when she's gone from me. I long for her in the middle of the night if she's sleeping too long.
I adore her.
