my relationship with Presley, my only girl, has changed.
Sometimes I feel like she just does not want me.
Or maybe she does not need me.
The petite little thing used to snuggle with me on the couch every single morning.
She used to wrap her fingers around mine & lead me up the stairs to play with her babies in her room.
Now
She hardly looks at me.
I cannot help but think she is mad-ish with me
for having a new baby.
After all, she was the baby. & We sure treated her like it.
Still do really.
Its been weighing on my heart.
I sure try to make special moments with her every day.
Paint her toe nails. help her with dress up. read her some books.
Today it was an extra long bubble bath that I joined her in.
We played with Tinkerbell's hair & hummed made up songs.
She really is my special treasure. almost 3 years later & I am still awe struck by her. How did I get so lucky?
Presley the mermaid...
here she is mad that I was washing her hair. poor dear....but that scrunched up nose is pretty sweet.
Curls like mom. I never know what to do with mine...& now I am not sure what to do with hers...