1 year, 5 months.
One of the highlights of my day is to come home from work after a long day and a long drive home, to take care of you while Mommy prepares dinner.
I always ask her how much time she needs, which is usually around 30 to 45 minutes. As I carry you outside for a long walk or a stroller ride around in our neighborhood, I have this involuntary habit of saying to you, in 3rd person about you, “She’s so sweet. She’s precious. And I love her.”
After I finally realized I was saying that out loud, I immediately thought back to the 1964 song by The Beatles’, “And I Love Her.”
I give her all my love
That’s all I do
And if you saw my love
You’d love her to
I love her
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her
The song only peaked at Number 12 in America, so it was never one of their well-known hits. But for me, I guess I am realizing it is a song of from their library that has always resonated with me. Perhaps it took you to help me realize that.
I have never loved anyone the way I love you. It’s a special bond that has taken experiencing to understand.
It’s like you are a literally a special little angel and I have been appointed to care for. My job is to protect and nurture and adore you into adulthood. But the entire time, I ultimately know you are never really mine. You are a gift. You belong to God and I simply was selected through divine intervention to be your caretaker.
This is the only way I can explain how much I love you.