a cluster of one hundred and four orange freckles dot her nose, spreading under her aqua eyes
her pinky pink lips grow a little more plump as she passes 150 months
she could round the corner with flaxen, tangled hair, spilling down her back or donut-style top-knot perched atop her perfect head, my favorite cake topper
amber beads fall from her neck or click against her teeth, soothing
four nose creases pop, aqua eyes close under her dark, envy, lashes…as b talks through her giggle, my heart swells
writing, learning, baking, kicking, running, swimming, playing, dancing, listening, noticing, sketching, thanking, deciding, cheering, loving, wrapping, synching those tunes, crying, sleeping, laughing, sniffling, sneezing eighty times in a row…..