Nora thinks I’m hilarious when I make faces at her, generally. Sometimes I get a face like this
But sometimes the ones closer to these
The many faces of Nora are hilarious.
Last, but certainly not least, I give you the ever-elusive poop face
I wish Nora could write a blog and tell me what she thinks of my faces. I wonder often if I adequately convey my feelings to her (and hide some!) through my voice and expressions. I hope I show her how much I love her, how proud I am of her accomplishments, how funny I think she is, how in awe of her I am, how I hurt when she’s hurting. I hope she never knows how anxious I am at all her daredevil moves, how I want to put her in a bubble every time she slips, and how frustrated I admittedly get from time to time over silly things that don’t matter, like pulling down books or smacking the dog. As a friend reminded me today (Wendy!), they’re only young once. It already seems a lifetime ago that I was dreaming up what our child would look like.
Until next time 😉