The five senses. You have a little quirk about each one.
We are cut from the same fabric because you do not like your hands to get dirty. For years I would not eat anything with my hands because I didn't want my fingers dirty. You are the exact same way. Needless to say, I don't foresee you baiting your own hook or camping or anything of the sort.
You see things with big excitement. 'Look, Mama! A choo-choo train!' Or 'Whoa! A puppy!' The enthusiasm in your voice as you see the world around you delights me to no end.
You have a rather strong aversion to loud noises. Such as, vacuum cleaners and hand dryers in public restrooms. Whenever we stop for a potty break, you instantly scope out the walls for hand dryers. If you spot one, you immediately ask for 'hanitizer'. And you go into a tailspin when I pull out the vacuum cleaner.
A girly-girl you are. Every morning you ask for perfume. And you love to sniff my morning coffee. A girl after my own sniffer. I already envision afternoons of stopping to smell the roses and enjoying a cup of coffee.
You have a sweet tooth the size of Texas. Another trait you inherited from your mama. You believe dessert should be served first. {Amen, sister}. You also have an infinity to foods with a little zing. That you inherited from your daddy.
As your mama, I now feel, see, hear, smell and taste things in a big way. I could rub the soft, tender side of your hand for hours. The smoothness has a way of calming my fears. I see you and my heart skips a beat. Literally. The sound of your voice is the sweetest melody I ever did hear. The moment right before you drift off to sleep I bury my nose in the crook of your neck and slowly inhale. The smell of you intoxicates me, my baby. And your kisses are the best dessert ever. I savor each and every single morsel.
You, my angel, are the best of everything all rolled into one bundle of sassy and cute!
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