Kind wee person

Brookieboo my sweet sweet love, your are darling.  From the tippy top of your head to the tickly tip of your toes you are full of all that is right with this world and I adore you.  You are an observant wee person.  Your daycare providers play games with you, changing the location each evening of images on their walls, waiting for you to point with glee when you notice the change first thing in the morning.  This butterfly was here yesterday, you will say with your eyes and the point of your finger.  It danced with these flowers and fluttered with these birds.  Now it sits in that tree.  You delight in colour and all things sunny.  You are a lover of books and textures and pictures, the child in the reading corner who will happily take in page after page before finally bringing a favourite to a friend who will read aloud.  At night you are that cuddler who after hugging your sister will snuggle into my shoulder and offer me the same pat on my back that I am giving to you.  As I sweep your hair off your face you will put your hand on my cheek and look into my eyes.  You are gentle and dear, as if you know just what the world needs.  

You notice and take in the world around so careful and fully.  You notice and point out every and all the details of the canvas of life.  You follow and tap the same rhythms day after day.