Sometimes she gets blamed. Dubbed more difficult than she likely deserves. In truth, she is heartbreakingly wonderful.
Her neck hugs. The way she waves her hand just twisting her wrist. Her heavy head on my shoulder when she's sleepy.
Sometimes I look forward to when things get easier. When she doesn't cry "mame, mame, mame" in response to every need, wish or whim. But one day, when things get easier, you and I both know I'm going to miss that gap toothed, tan baby who beckoned me for her every need.