I like you, little girl with blueberry eyes.
I like the freckles sprinkling across your face like a smattering of seeds blowing on the wind. My favorite freckle? Right on the inside corner of your left eye. That one.
I like the light, wispy summer-hair framing your fair face, fine and straight and smooth.
I like your fine little eyelashes, and how they droop when you’re tired.
I like your smile- even when it’s unseen. I know it’s there. Because when you smile, all of you participates in the event.
I like your constant chatter, how you have to let us know about every little thing.
I like to see you play, and listen to you pretend, and watch as you grow. And wish you would slow down that growing up. Just a little? Please?
I like you, Nory-girl.
Well, actually, it’s not about liking you, really.
I love you, Nora Kate.
You’ll always be my girl. Even when I’m old and gray. Always. K? K.
‘Sounds like a plan to me.