My truest love

OK, I seem to have a new obsession.  Can you guess what it is?  One hint, the last SEVERAL blogs have been about it.  Yes, my little one.
I have never loved any one as much as I love her.  Not my mother, not my father, not my husband.  I am amazed by all the things she can do.  All the new things she discovers just blows me away. 
I knew this was the reason to have children.  I thought I would delight in what my children would learn.  I thought I would marvel at their development.  But, I never knew just how wonderful it would be.
Sure, there are some trying times.  There are those early days when you are sleep deprived, and all they seem to do is eat and sleep and cry.  Not fun.  The melt downs in the car after a long day when she is tired, hot, and hungry (who can blame her), or worse in the store, not fun.  Changing poopy diapers that make you gag with the smell.  Not fun.
Then, there are the other times.  The first time she smiled at me.  The first kiss to my husband.  The first time she stood, and crawled, and cruised.  Her first tooth.  Most of all, though, it is the development of her mind.  Her personality has just blossomed, along with her imagination.  Yes, I know she is still a baby, but, she made up a game tonight.  Along with this, comes her laugh.  That is my favorite thing.  You can't help but smile in response to that toothless grin.  The laughter, though, is not just infectious, but intoxicating!  I would go to just about any lengths to hear that laugh.  So sweet.  So pure.  So innocent.
Someday she'll be a teenager.  Someday she won't want to be seen with me.  Someday she might tell me she hates me. 
Until then, she is my one truest love.