Do you know how beautiful you are?
Do you know that I watch you sleep at night, and that I whisper to you?
Do you hear me whisper?
I whisper my love for you.
I whisper that you, baby girl, take my breath away.
Do you know that while I watch you sleep, I smile?
I smile at your stubbornness.
I smile at you and your little buns. And your little fingers that are still dimpled. And your cheeks, that are the pinchiest cheeks ever.
I smile at your independence. How in Ellaworld you do everything all by yourself. Except when you want me to do it. (And in Ellaworld, I always know when you want to do something yourself, and when I’m supposed to do it. Which is different from my world, of course, where I never know what you want. It would be good if we could sync up on that.)
Do you know that I sit by your side, brush the hair from your neck, and whisper a thousand thank yous to God that you came to me?
I do, Ella.
Every single night.