There is something utterly irresistable about my littlest girl. It might be those plump, kissable cheeks that frame her sweet smile or those petal pink lips that curl up at the corners. When she smiles, I get a warm feeling deep in my stomach. It spreads up my chest and neck and bursts out into a big, goofy grin.
If you tickle her under her chin, you can catch the scent of her delicious baby breath (like a mix of vanilla, honey and chamomile). She is terribly ticklish. She throws back her head, mouth open wide, laughing her deep, bubbling laugh. Then she signs "More" and dares you to do it just one more time, looking at you out of the corner of her blue eyes.
And I do it, again and again and again, as many times as she asks because she will only be this old for this very moment. Then, the moment is gone and another has taken its place.
Just like that.