Thanksgiving

The blue of her eyes.

The sly little grin.

The hair that is just to short to pull up in bows.

The cute little nose that turns pink when she laughs.

The ruddiness of her cheeks when she is fresh from a nap.

The smell of her neck after her bath.

The little hands that always find my finger.

The way she sleepily rests her head on my shoulder.

The giggle, she is so stingy with it still.

The way her eyes light up when she sees her Daddy.

The way her eyes light up when she sees her big brother.

She is my everything.

She truly has made me a Mother.

Thankful... that one little word doesn't even begin to describe it.