This is Rose Njeri, and I am as protective of her as any mother would be and as possessive as any jealous girlfriend. I can spend any space of time tickling her (she is particular sensitive around the rib area) and playing peek-a-boo with her. She has the sweetest smile and has a habit for always turning and spinning about to see what's going on around her. I've been teaching her to use her hands (her right hand is always closed into a fist) to hold her spoon to feed herself, which means I always end up with banana mash flung at me.
I don't know what else to tell you about Njeri. That the day I said goodbye to her I repeated it about a dozen times before I forced myself to walk away from her crib? That even then I went back to pick her up and kiss her again?
I miss her.
I love her more than anyone except for Jesus can ever know, but I know He loves her more than I ever can, with my meager human offerings of "love."
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