baby arms around my neck,
baby fingers in my hair
playing…
drooling.
all I want to do is watch her face, to see
the wonder and delight of God’s world in her eyes
chubby grin, dimples…
she’s so cute I want to eat her.
when she fusses
or throws her little fit
I roll my eyes and make things better, knowing
that she will have to change
because life will always have it’s issues.
I would do anything for her
my love for her could never die
I would give my life for her…
I think God must feel some of that about me. “And that is a comforting thought.”
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and here you are claiming to be unpoetic… =)