Four Months

Leila Lou turned four months old yesterday. I was just sitting here folding mounds of laundry and caught her gaze. She giggled and breathed in real deep like she was so satisfied. Then she found her thumb, the one on her left hand (I've been studying her,  and as far as I can tell, she always picks the one on the left hand). I continued to fold, and caught her gaze again. Giggle. Deep breath. Thumb in mouth. Repeat. Daughter, I too, am satisfied. Satisfied in God. And so thankful He chose me to be your mommy.