Hrm...

“It is impossible for any woman to love her children twenty-four hours a day.”

I found this quote a few moments ago while looking for a new headline for myspace. It made me stop for a moment and think about my baby girl.

I feed her, I clothe her, I always place her before myself. I rarely never have free time to do as I like without her distractions. She squirms and tries to roll over and get away now when I try and change her diaper - regardless of if she has a clean bottom or not. She rarely lets me get 8 hours of sleep. She likes to scream at the top of her lungs at 6:30 in the morning - just for fun. Not a day goes by that there are not cheerios on my floor. Her daycare costs more than 1/4 of what I make. At the end of the day I am so exhausted from caring for her that I rarely have the energy to write to her Daddy and tell him how exhausted I am. She gets into everything she can reach. My back aches every night from bending and lifting her away from things she cannot have. She is a handful - make that 2 hands full.

And I adore her.

Every.
Single.
Second.

I can't imagine not loving her. It just isn't possible. She is the answer to a wish that I made all my life. Words can't even begin to describe how much I love her.

I just thought I would blog this before I went to bed.