Every night I fall in love sitting on the couch with your head curled up on my shoulder after a sip of my water before you drift away. Billy Joel and Oscar the Grouch singing, “Just the Way You Are”, with a broken down old piano and a trash can is our lullaby as I watch your eyes close with a smile.
The holidays are over soon, your bangs are getting longer and your pajamas look like they are getting shorter. You’re such a big girl now. Your little eyes are mine, pale blue grey like daddy’s behind those curls. Your head at my shoulder and your feet at my knee wishing I could keep you there…right there in every way forever, just the way you are.