with those beautiful blue eyes.
and eyebrows shaped just like your mama's, which is unfortunate, but you pull it off.
i had to bribe you with a sno cone to get this photo.
but the truth is, i'd buy you a lifetime's worth of sno cones for a glimpse of your beautiful face and to hear you call me "mama".
this week you let me rock you in the rocking chair every morning when you woke up. coming down the stairs with your "blanket pink" and your cotton ball pouf of hair.
i refuse to accept the fact that your legs almost drag the ground while rocking.
call me stubborn, but i'll rock you until i can't rock you anymore.
you are like sunshine.
you are part of my all things sunshiney.