Those little wings above your ears, they melt me. I toss up between wanting to try my hand at a little hairdressing giving you a haircut, and wanting them to stay.
“Hello people!” you’ll call to the people walking by, where ever we are.
“You beautiful mama,” you’ll tell me almost everyday.
This is what dreams are made of, being a mama to you. We lie in bed at night when Dadda is working, and we laugh. We chatter, and we laugh some more.
I love you so so so so much. And I know you love me too. You told me so. x