The brown waves of hair try to climb over her shoulders.
The sweet smell of laundry drifts over to me, tickles my nose.
Her loving eyes warms me up from the very tip of my head to the very tip of my toes.
One small dot on her right side makes her definitely her.
A calming sound floats into my ear, echoes the happiness in her voice.
Her legs dance across as she moves, setting her personality set free.
This is my special person.
She is my life.
She is part of why I am here.