Cool Tricks

She's as wild as the hair about her head.
Every day is full of surprises. I sometimes can't wrap my head around the words that come from her perfectly shaped mouth. I have to remind myself that she's only two and a half.

When she's tired her hands always reach for my hair. She hums.
If I'm lucky, she plants a big, wonderful, sincere kiss on my lips while she cradles my chin in her chubby palms. "My Enchila" she calls me. (My Angela, to you.)

I mostly love the songs she makes up while playing alone.
And she's already making up her own words.
Imparpable: "When it's dark and then the sun's coming up."










She makes all of us laugh, especially her Sissy. They love each other.
I had to stop myself today. I looked over and thought they were wrestling and picking at each other. I was about to snap at them and pull them apart , discipline them, when I realized they were having a Love Fest. Who in their right mind would break that up?

Harper is my Snuggler.



Life with you, Harper, is gonna be one helluva ride.
Always looking forward, never looking back.