Monday, April 16, 2012

More precious than gold

When I went in to wake Elle up this morning, she looked every inch the poster child for a precious, healthy toddler-- tousled curly hair, flushed chubby cheeks. She wasn't crabby I woke her, either; she was just sort of sweet and fuzzy, happy to see her milk ("mi-uuuk") and her bunny ("bunny," no enunciation issues there) and me.

I leaned over the edge of the crib and rested my hand on her curls, and thought "You. You are my treasure."