Sometimes she frustrates me to the point that I have to walk away so that I keep my commitment to not spanking her.
Sometimes I watch her meltdowns and wonder what planet she came from and what form of alien speak she's using that I'm not understanding.
Sometimes I watch her play and am confused and delighted to see her imagination at work.
This morning, we were snuggling and kissing in church. She was whispering secrets in my ear. She was grinning and full of joy.
And I looked at her bright, shining blue eyes. And I looked at her golden hair, curling at the ends. And I looked at her porcelain white skin and rosy cheeks. And I looked at her smiling bow of a mouth.
And I wanted to weep.