I often refer to Ava as my heart there are is no better way to explain motherhood. My heart is hers, always. The day she was born changed my life forever in a way that only those who are parents could possible understand. I do not say that to sound superior it just is a fact. You may share your heart with many people throughout your life. But it only children that you give it to completely, without a thought, every minute of everyday for a lifetime.
Ava is four. I have been saying this for three months now but it still does not seem possible. I can remember every minute of the day she was born. I can almost feel her in my arms as a newborn sleeping next to me. I can see her in her moses basket dreaming. Now she is a kid as she says. “I was a little, tiny baby but then I turned four and now I am a kid.” Yep! That is my girl!
I wanted to capture four, just as she is. To me these photos scream four year old. She has her bright yellow boots and her favorite lovie Black Cat. What I think I love most however, are the unicorn tattoos covering her legs and arms. This is just how I want to remember four.
My heart, singing songs, dancing, sleeping peacefully in a bed covered with lovies and stuffed friends. A giggle so big that she covers it with her hands and a pout equally as disarming! Obstinate, stubborn and sassy at times (sometimes a lot) but looks right at you and says, “I think I love you very much mom” with more sincerity than I thought possible from another person. As I said she carries with her my heart, always.