Layla

You hate loud noises

And you always make sure the door is closed when I blow dry my hair

You enjoy being informed

And informing others

Random facts about body parts is your conversation starter in quiet full rooms

Why do people and things do what they do?

I’ll never stop being amazed of when you say,

Momma, I love you

Music adds a nice touch but it’s never been necessary for you to start dancing

You preferring skipping to running

But talking instead of singing

And you always find a way to undo your hair

To, as you say it, ‘fly in the air’

I brim over in pride when the fire in you spills over into all the things you do

Time has slowed down enough for me to see and savor all the sweet things that make you, you.

Signed: Layla’s Mom