Rereading my blog entries for the past month or so has been a really depressing thing for me. I'm sick of this depressing crap. I need some happiness. When I think of happiness, I think of Mia. So this entry is going to be about her and the happiness she brings me.
I love this little girl with every fiber of my being.
She is the reason I get up in the morning whether it be to get up for work, or to get her out of bed on a Saturday morning to make breakfast for her.
With one little smile she can melt my heart. With one of her mischievous looks I know she's into something.
She's grown up so fast. Some days I wish she were the little baby I brought home from the hospital.
Or that quiet little baby, who smiled at anyone she saw.
Or that bald toddler at her first birthday in her party dress.
I'm so thankful that you came into my life when you did. You make me a better person, just being you. Some days (most days) you are a challenge and you constantly test my patience.
But I wouldn't trade you for anything.
I love you, baby.
Love Mama
