My Emma, she’s such a dear. She’s three and a half now. It kind of makes me sad. She’s my baby, my last little one.
She gives me flowers and drawings, checkups and haircuts, “fancy smooches” and funny jokes.
She’s bold and daring, sensitive and caring, insightful and amusing.
No more diapers for this one, she’s a big kid now.
I miss the baby she used to be.
But I am head over heals in love with the child she’s become.
This one’s for you, Emma Lou.