Baby love

I love having babies. Let me rephrase that: I don't love the act of having babies(although it is an incredibly powerful feeling), I love having a baby in our family. Looking at Corrine and knowing that it is my body alone that sustains her is amazing. She has a smile she reserves just for her momma, usually given first thing in the morning when I am changing her diaper. She grins ear to ear, wrinkles her little nose, wiggles her tiny bottom, and just generally makes it known that she loves me! I feel so blessed to be able to hold her solid, squishy body next to mine, her warm sweet baby breath on my neck. What an awe inspiring gift is is to be able to have a baby; I thank God daily for her existence in my life. When I am up with her at night, I love to hold her just a little longer than I need to, and look at her face while she sleeps. Nothing can be more precious, and when the house is dark and silent I can fully appreciate her beauty. When she is fussy I am the one she wants, and while this can get frustrating, I try to remember that this time in her life is fleeting and I should enjoy it while it lasts. After being gone from her for a few hours, my arms ache to hold her, and I can't count the number of kisses she recieves daily on those cherubic cheeks. Watching her discover her hands and what they can do is a miracle to me. I have felt this way about all my children, but I think babies are easier to enjoy the more you have; you are more experienced and realize how fast they grow up. I am thankful she is growing just the way she should be, but wish this baby stage could last a bit longer. Can it be she has only been a part of our family for four months? I can't imagine life without her. I love having a baby!