Deep set gray eyes – they welcome me.
The royal ring around the outside is what ties you to me.
scooping you off the ground, you curl into a ball on my chest –
my baby peach.
This past year, I have watched you watch him –
His every utterance – beckons you
Your response to this joy –
this brutality (i’m sorry)
is restorative to my (at times) tattered heart.
Our moments are stolen –
quiet and light
imparting bliss as you glide
through your days.
Test the limits –
your voice and vigor will carry you through.
Happy 1st Birthday, my dear daughter.
Can I just say that I have never met another person who can wear the color peach like you.
I will love & support you every single day.