Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Sometimes she looks at me like, "Are you the one? Are you the one I've been hearing all this time?"
I look at her and tell her, "Yes I'm the one. I'm your Mama, baby."
And every so often, she gives me a sweet smile that melts my heart.
Her smiles light up her eyes.
I love putting my cheek to hers, when she's searching,
mouth open, for the food that fills her belly.
I love to feel her breath on my face.
I call her Piglet because sometimes she snorts when she's hungry.
I call her my little noodle...because she's helpless, like a noodle.
She's Bo Jangle, because, well, it was inevitable.
She's "The Baby" when she's sweet, and "This Baby" when she's fussy.
She's BoBosheottintotin when she needs a song.
She's Bo Magnolia
And all the worries I had about her name being a little unusual are gone.
Because now I know, she couldn't be anyone other than Bo.