When I look at you, I see:
Pure love; mine and yours.
Sweetness, laughter, and innocence.
The adoration in your eyes - often undeserved, I fear.
Wisdom and insight far beyond your two and a half years.
A keen observer.
So much of myself, it is almost frightening.
My tendency to let things get under my skin.
Your daddy's sense of humour and reason.
Simultaneous tenacity, shyness, and strength.
My baby; my pride and joy.
So much beauty I am nearly blinded its brilliance.