my challenge

I love her for being my challenge. I love her for how much she pushes me to different heights and strengths within myself. I love her for her laugh. I love her for her kisses, that she loves to give all the time. I love her for her silliness. I love her strength. I love her intelligence. I love her eyes, and how they change colors depending on what she's wearing. I love her fragility. I love how hard she tries to make me understand, and that she's patient while I work on meeting her at her level. I love her for her broken senses. I love her beautiful heart. I love her smile. I love her hugs. I love her neediness. I love her voice. I love her determination. I love her curly hair. I love her mouth. I love her button nose. I love how she takes her shoes off all the time. I love how she puts diapers on her funshine bear. I love that she wants to be an only child. I love her crying. I love her fighting spirit. I love her emotional responses. I love her frustration. I love her joy. I love her simplicity. I love her complicatedness. I love her for being my challenge. And I am thankful for every moment that she challenges me. I am thankful for every second that she pushes me beyond myself. I love her for teaching me what love is...that it isn't based on your own desires, or hopes or dreams. But that it is simply accepting someone...flaws and all. I love her and everything that comes with her. And she helps me to love God all the more, for giving her to me.