i can see my reflection in milo's eyes
"I can see my reflection in Milo's eyes", she says while staring into
her best friend Milo-the-cat's eyes while he sits perched on her
dresser staring down at her.
I marvel at my little wonder. The littlest specks of joy and
energy spark from her straight into my heart. How did she get
this way? So filled with perception and reflection? I watch
her with my heart filled up with love. I feel like I could burst,
so full. I smile to myself There's no one else there to
see, to see what I see.
The other day we talked about her upcoming birthday.
"Do you want mommy to make you're cake? What kind of cake do you want? White? Chocolate?"
"Chocolate", she responds right away with glee.
"What kind of icing do you want? White? pink?"
"Pink!!!", she responds again right away will glee, clapping her hands
together, smiling brightly and scrunching up her shoulders.
"My birthday is after Canada Day. This day is Canada day.", she
always refers to today as "this day". I always say, "yes, this
day, today".
"Yep, four more days to your birthday. Maybe you'll get some
presents!", I think she's more excited about the cake. I can't
believe she's not even three, at the same time I can't believe she will
be three.
I remember being three.
I remember turning three. I got a doll who wore ice skates, which I thought was pretty cool.
Wow, three!
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