I can't tell you how many times that sentence has followed you into a room. When you come bounding in pretending to be a princess cheetah invisible to everyone but loud enough to start an antelope stampede four continents away. When you tell the most outlandish story any fiction writer would give his lifetime supply of gigabyte storage for just to explain why your socks don't match. When you won't let go of the last morning hug even though you insisted I was so mean all morning for making you brush all of your teeth. When you pair a pink pettiskirt with black sparkly boots and blue leggings to make our Target run. And, most especially, when you insist on sitting on my lap for each and every movie night.
Oh, my littlest love, you bring life to a room stagnant with normal. You take me from just being to neon colors and laughing fits. You are a force that can't be managed, and I envy that most. A triple layer cupcake atop a pile of day old muffins, you are. And not even a little afraid to show it.
On the morning we were first introduced, you looked at me like we were going to be great friends. And on this morning that marked our eighth year, you look at me like we always will be.
Thank you, my fiercest love, for continuing to bring light to my tired eyes. Because, no matter what else comes my way, I am so grateful to be able to say - and then there's Maya.
Always,
Mama
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