The happiness and joy she brings into my life. When I look at her I feel so much. How can I not? She's a little miracle.
Lately, there have been times when I look at her and feel a little tinge of guilt. I thought we'd have a little more time it just being the two of us. It's not that I feel guilty about having another baby. There's plenty of love to go around. I think I just wish that I could somehow explain things to her.
I want to get inside her little brain and speak to her in a language that she can perfectly understand. If I could, I would explain how much I love her. Explain to her how she's changed me in every way possible. Explain to her that I will feel the same about her regardless of how our family grows. Explain to her that a sister is a great thing. That I have one, and they're not so bad. As a matter of fact, they usually become your best friend. At least mine did. Explain to her that no matter how busy things become or how my full attention for her may become compromised in her eyes, that I know her.
That I know her every breath, every sigh, every tear, every laugh, every smile.