I scooped up my squishy, paci-sucking baby girl and swung her around so we both faced the mirror hanging in the hallway.
She clutched her pink and white lovie blankie in her chubby fist, blonde curls now reaching down past her shoulders, and I smiled at our reflection, seeing more wrinkles around my eyes and mouth than I had remembered being there last time I checked. Not a bad thing, I told myself. Means I smile and laugh a lot. I like that.
My precious daughter seemed to notice me studying the lines on my face. She took my cheeks in her pudgy little hands and turned me to look at her. We were nose to nose.
"Boo eyes, Mama. Boo eyes."
"You're right, Sweetie. Mommy does have blue eyes," I whispered with a proud smile.
I gave her a quick dip backwards and swung her back up to kiss her bright red lips. She giggled so sweetly as I took a long breath of her curls to take in her baby scent and remember the moment.
Moments like these are going by so fast lately. When I realize I'm experiencing one of these beautiful little moments, I try my hardest to make it last as long as possible.
But I know in my heart that they'll forever live in my memory.