And you make me laugh..."Grandpa your tummy is big and soft like a pillow. My other Grandpa has one too. Papa has one too, but his isn't as big!"
"Why are you so messy?" Mama asked. "That's just how God made me right now!" Me too my Rose, for many years now the food has jumped off the plate or fork and onto my clothes.
And you can make me cry... She was barely two and wanted me to listen to "Colors of the Wind", "because you like it Baba HooHoo." "Why are you crying Baba HooHoo?" "Because you make me so happy." Sniffle, sniffle, slurkle, slurkle.
You are good..."The angels are singing for you my little servant girl. You have been such a big helper to me today!". Sounds of Baba HooHoo singing like the angels. (Not too pretty I might add).
And you are naughty..."Sometimes you just sin, Mama." We all do little one.
You have made my world wonderful. I can't wait to see what every year brings, but then I want to stop it too.
"Where are you going my little one, little one?"
"Where are you going my baby almost my own?"
"Turn around and you're tiny."
"Turn around and you're grown." And we'll stop that song right here!
Happy birthday Rose! I love you with all of my heart!
