Bianca:
The way your little booty squirms and your pink toes wiggle when you are excited.
The way you ask to help me in the kitchen every SINGLE day.
The way you make your sister light up just by the look on your sweet face.
The way you dance in leaps and bounds, carefree beyond words.
The way you pretend that everything is someone with a story, even your spoon and fork become a pair of friends on an adventure.
The way you laugh too loud.
The way you comfort us with your soft sweet hands, whispering against us.
The way you are so wise beyond your three years on earth, reminding me of what's important.
The way you tell me knock knock jokes, sans punch line...but we laugh anyway.
The way you still melt into my embrace perfectly, my little girl.
Iyla:
The way you grab your feet and squeal with joy at the touch of your bare toes.
The way you grab my face with your pink fleshy hands, pinching it, squeezing it.
The way you go with the flow.
The way you breath against me, your soft cheek stuck to my neck in sweaty sleep.
The way you get the giggles and then we all have the giggles...your happiness is contagious.
They way you see the world, brand new and beautiful, like you.
The way your deep brown eyes sparkle and glow when you see bright colors, my art museum buddy.
The tiny, soft dimples in your hands, your elbows, your chin.
The sigh of pure and utter contentment that escapes your lips when I wear you in our sling.
The way you watch your big sister's every move with such a delighted fixation.
ps. I've started writing while I rock the baby to sleep at night. For some reason my head just fills at that time and so I release it all typing notes one handed on my phone. I wrote this last night, revisiting my
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