There's a blank slate sleeping beside me.
With little hands, little feet,
A gigantic imagination.
She sleeps so soundly now,
Finally gives in to fatigue.
She is stubborn, hilarious, full of love
A heart of gold
I see this little girl sleeping,
I actually have the knowledge,
That she will move mountains.
Not that long ago tonight,
I was here nagging, "shhh"
"Are you crazy don't do that!"
This sleeping angel of mine.
She tells it how she see's it
She makes no excuses.
Ideas like riding a bean bag chair down stairs.
Jumping as high and as far as she can
She is never still awake
She always has something to say.
I quite frequently beg for her to calm down
Stop running around me,
To please, please, please for one minute.
I just need quiet.
She has a heart bigger than the biggest man.
The kind of person,
Who would get a Kleenex for a stranger crying.
Her hugs are like a minutes of pure bliss
The best part of my day is when a little voice says,
"Mommy I love you as much as you love me"
And I try to tell her, that she loves me more than anything in a hundred universes.
She agrees so proud.
I am too.
Seeing this innocence, this love for everyone.
Makes me more than proud.
I'm so incredibly grateful for having known her.
Let alone, I get to be her mother.
She's loud, hyper, crazy.

I'm exhausted,
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