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