Somebody Loved

“Now my feet turn the corner back home;
Sun turns the evening to rose;
Stars turning high up above;
You turn me into somebody loved.”
~ The Weepies

You,
With the impossibly tiny fingers curled up like primrose petals;
With pure baby laughter floating up from your heart in iridescent bubbles;
With your snackable cheeks and ticklish tummy and nose like a dab of frosting just begging to be kissed;

You,
With dancing beams of multi-colored energy;
With the daily explosions of learning, bursting out of your hands, mouth, eyes;
With your baby innocence, your little-girl mischievousness, and your big-girl loveliness peeking out all at once;

You,
With the eyes that send my stomach butterflies into delighted pirouettes;
With inexhaustible hope, optimism, and humor like prismatic wind chimes reflecting the sun;
With whole-heart hugs that engulf every unspoken emotion;

You turn me…