I love you...always.

It's late.

My baby is still waking up every few hours.

I'm sleep deprived. Delirious really.

Leaving to camp early in the morning. Way too early when you get no sleep.

I should be packing. I should be doing the dishes.

But my heart is so full it physically hurts.

And I'm afraid if I don't write down my feelings they for some reason will be lost forever.

And these little moments are just to precious to ever EVER forget. 

Lately Ella has been saying something over and over and over again.

mama...I love you...always.

To be honest, I never say...always, at the end. I wish I did. Because that's how I feel. Always and forever no matter what she did. I would love her. But that came from her. I don't know what exactly that means in her two year old mind but she says it over and over again.

And when she says it she MEANS it. Looks right right into my eyes and puts her soft little cheek on mine. Sometimes she grabs my face. Sometimes she moves her nose back and forth on mine. But it's always a sweet gesture. A mature gesture for such a little girl.

She has a lot of love to give. So much that sometimes it scares me. I want to keep her sweet little heart protected...always. 

She's so special to me.

I never dreamed of being a mom to such a sweet little girl.