I love my child. More than anything in the world. More than anything I could ever imagine.
When she smiles at me the fact that she just woke me up at 4am doesn't matter.
Her cry cuts through me like no other sound and when her tears run down her cheeks I want nothing more than to comfort her.
The fact that I am the only one she wants when she is sad and/or tired makes me feel so wonderful because I want to be that person.
For every soiled diaper there is a laugh. For every shirt she has spit-up on there is happy coo. For every stretch mark, pound gained and hair lost there is a smile and honestly this makes it more than worth it.
I love being her mother.