I love that my stepdaughter's Daddy trusts me with her.
I love that she copies things that I do.
I love that she wants to know about me when I was younger.
I love that I love her even though I didn't give birth to her, and that she loves me, too.
I love that it breaks my heart to have her leave, since that means that I am happy when she is here.
I love that they she comfortable enough to come to me to ask me to bring her to buy Christmas/birthday/Mother's Day gifts for her Mother and is comfortable enough to tell me all about her Mother and her other house (even though, in all honesty, I really don't want to hear a thing about it!).
I love that she asks me for advice and for my opinions.
I love that when we go out in public and people tell her how much the she looks like "your Mommy", thanks them and waits until they're out of earshot, and then gets this silly grin and whispers to me, "Did you hear what they called you? I TOLD
you could be my Mommy, too!"
I love that she begs me to do certain things with her (french braids, love notes in her lunch, long bubblebaths), because no one else (read, her Mother) is willing or able to.
I love that she tells me EVERYTHING
, including things she just will not tell her Daddy or her Mother.
I love that we know what eachother are thinking and can tell a "private joke" from across a room full of people who are completely oblivious of it.
I love that at our wedding, my stepdaughter (and my son) insisted that it was a family wedding, not just a wedding between me and my Hubby and insisted in playing a big part in it (as if we'd leave them out!).
I love that I get to watch her grow up.
I love that she loves me.
I love that, sometimes when we're all goofing off, there just naturally ends up beig a "Girl's Team" (me, my stepdaughter and the two dogs) and a "Boy's Team" (My Hubby, my son and my Father-in-Law).
I love that I can see myself in her, in the way he talks and thinks.
I love that when someone asks if I'm her Mom and her Mother and her Daddy aren't around, she just tells them, "Yes.".
I love that she wanted to make sure that if her Daddy and I ever divorced, that she'd spend weekends and holidays at my house, too.
I love when I see her doing things that I've done, or that I've taught her.
I love that we have our own little routines that are just ours.
I love that my her Dad trusts my opinion on big and small parenting issues.
I love that she can't understand why she can't have two Moms, how she doesn't understand why she can't call me Mommy, too, because "I'm her other Mommy".
I love that, when she's at our house and needs parental help or attention, she doesn't always only ask for her Daddy, she asks for her Krissy.
I love that she insists she's my daughter, as well as her Mother and Daddy's daughter, even when her Mother insists I am nothing.
I love that I sometimes forget that she's not my biological child.
I love that she tells me I'm skinny (even though we've taught her not to lie!
I love that she gets pissed off and rants about all the "Evil Stepmothers" in fairy tales, because she can't possibly imagine a real
I love that she never wants to leave to go back to her Mother's house (not that I want her sad, but I'm glad she loves us and wants to be with us).
I love that, unless we're having a current issue with her Mother, we feel like a "real" family.
I love that I introduce my son and my stepdaughter as "my children" and I'm being completely honest, if only in my heart.