I can't quite seem to remember a time when she wasn't with us.
Who is this little bird that has come to teach our family how to fly?
Who is this child that can melt me with a glance of her bright almond eyes?
Do all mother's love their children so much they could lick them like a cat?
In the moments before Thomas was born, he reached his chubby little hand up and took a chunk of my heart with him, claiming it as his own. He's had it ever since.
When did Birdie get her chunk?
She sucked it out of me the moment she was born and we locked eyes. The moment we recognized each other. She let me know she'd be needing her share too.
I'm the mom. I'm supposed to be in charge. But I'm powerless against these little people. They have me just where they need me.
Their smiles are my kryptonite.
Heaven help me.