Counting

I can't count the number of times a day I tell Ella "no."

And I can't count the number of times a day I chase her into the other room because she's run out of my sight.

And I don't want to count the number of times a day I change her diaper.

And I can't count the number of times a day I search for her pacifiers or her sippy cups.

But I also can't count the number of times a day her smile lights up the room.

And I can't count the number of times I beam with pride when she learns something new or does something cute.

And I can't count how many times a day I think about how I can't imagine my world without the joy she brings to it.