I’ve been sitting here, fingers anxiously hovering over the keyboard, trying to come up with a way to weave words together that can even begin to describe the love I have for this child.
It’s just not working.
The words that Bailey Boles inspires are powerful and evocative…adjectives like precious, sparkling, tenderly empathetic, and brilliant are swirling around in my guts but just get all tangled together into a massive lump of oozing mom-emotion and I start to realize that I can’t possibly do justice to the feelings I have for this human, my beautiful baby girl.
Bailey Marlyce Boles, you make my heart flip-flop every single day.
I am overwhelmed by the privilege of being your mother. And damn I love your banana pants.
I love you, Bill.