16 and the clock's ticking...

My little baby zebra wanders around prancing in her onesie, reminding me of the little toddler she used to be. This adorable creature, a joy and an aggravation by turns, holds my heart in her little hand- and can squeeze and make me wince or burst open with love at will.

So it is with unconditional, uncontrollable love. It is without volition. I love, and I exist to love... Her... Endlessly...

Of late each second is an ache since I don't have her for much longer. The clock ticks on and in less than two years my little Bug will fly off into the world. I catch my breath at the thought and savor each aggravation and each joyous moment, by turns frantic with worry that she isn't ready and I've not had time to teach her everything she should know, and also rapt at her excellence and profound wisdom for her young years.

Motherhood!

A more exquisite ache of loving I have never felt before...

My baby zebra smells like angels breath as she snuggles in my arms tonight.

I bask in the glow of blessed, heavenly love, the kind only a mother who holds her cub in her arms knows...

My little bug

My baby zebra

"Put those away" 

She said to me this morning as she was telling me a story and I bristled in protective indignation, my claws starting to show...

"I've retracted them", I replied,  "look! Mama bear, Black panther is all kitty soft paws now"

This amazing little human is love...is life, is meaning, and joy and blessing and existence....

And soon she will fly off and take on the world-

I love her and I miss her and I love her and I miss her...

And she's not even left yet! 

Each moment I have had her is imprinted in memory and she is the best of life and of me.

One does not just love a Bug-

One falls 

Irrevocably

Head over heels

IN LOVE

With a Bug

And my baby zebra, my angel, my love, my Bug holds my heart and soul firmly in her hand...