I will forever love the doctor who said this to me on the day of your birth:
“She’s a titch, but she’s perfect.”
All four pounds, fourteen ounces of you.
My last miracle.
My baby girl.
Who looks like this:
So can you forgive me for still seeing you like this?
And allow me to say (without exaggeration) that each day since your birth you’ve made me
Not just with my lips and eyes, but with my heart.
Therefore my wish for you today (and every other day for the rest of your life)
Because my love (my Kaker Baker Candlestick Maker), you make me complete.
As long as I have you, no one can steal my sunshine.
And if I could, my girl, I’d give you every ray of mine.
This song played hourly the summer Karly was born and I haven’t stopped loving it since…