You are a hummer. You hum to your own tune.
I love your hums.
All your life I’ve referred to you as, “My sweet baby.” When you sit in my lap for a hug I’ll say, “This is my sweet baby!”
Well, you’ve outgrown my term of endearment. You correct me by saying, “No, I’m sweet girl!”
No longer a baby. Now a sweet girl. Never in a thousand years did I imagine this moment.
I love you.