There are days, long days, days where we are held hostage by the weather in our little shoebox of an apartment, when I can't wait for Pieter to get home. Those are the days where I feel most tired, cranky, and in need of a couple of Lola-less minutes. I think this is pretty normal. On these days, Pieter will take Lola off my hands, and litterlally off my body since she seems to be most clingy on days we are unable to go outside. I usually resort to making dinner which, to me, is just as theraputic as going to yoga. I've been sneaking little peaks at Pieter and Lola interracting with eachother. It truly melts my heart each time i glance at them playing around, growling, or laughing.
This is what I live for.
I love the little "Pieter twinkle" Lola inherited from her papa. It is really noticebale when he walks through the door. Her whole face lights up and is usually accompanied by a high pitched squeal. If that doesnt feel good, I dont know what does. Seriously, coming home to your daughter after a long monotonous day at the office...
It's amazing how much my love for Pieter, for Lola, and love in general has changed over the past year. I always knew that I was capable of loving Pieter more that I had experienced, but there is something absolutely beautiful that happens when you create this little being with the man you love. It's indescribable. It's as if.....well I'm not even going to try to explain it because I can't. I will say this though, I do have a new found respect for Pieter. He goes to work, everyday, and does his best to provide for us the things we need, and sometimes don't really need, which is nice. He comes home, after what probably seemed like the longest day of his life, and is willing to help me with Lola. He loves Lola so much...which is absolutely obvious by the way he scoops her up and breathes her in. It's magical.