I love being a mommy. I love that I am Noah’s mommy. I love that I know things about him that no one else does. I love that I can tell what he wants before he even hints that he wants it. I love that I am the last person he sees before he goes to sleep and usually the first person he sees when he wakes up. I love that he only likes for me to rock him to sleep. I love the way right before he closes his eyes to go to sleep in my lap, he reaches up to touch my cheek. I love the way he smells after a bath. I love the way he grinswhen he has a mouthful of food. I love the way he grins when he discovers something new. I love the way he grins all together. I love the way he giggles when I make funny faces at him. I love that if he hurts himself, he immediately looks for me to comfort him. I love the way he plays with my hair…like he can’t quite figure it out. I love the way when he gets up way too early in the morning, the only way to get him to go back to sleep is to lay him on my chest and cuddle up under the covers. I love how ticklish he is on his feet and his ribs. I love how mischevious he is…even when it is frustrating. I love watching him learn new things. I love watching him discover the world around him. I love knowing that he is myresponsibility. I love knowing that it’s my job to teach him right from wrong and how to live a good life. I love knowing that I am his first love. I love knowing that one day, some other girl (that won’t be good enough) will come along and take him from me. I love that I am jealous of that. I love that God has entrusted me with raising this precious little miracle.