I knew the minute Emma said she was pregnant that she was carrying a special one. I don't know how, but I just connected to that little one and the minute she was born I knew I'd need to put on my big girl panties and drive down to see her. (She lives kinda far.) Poppy was asleep when I first came over, but my bratty butt just had to wake her up...had to see those old-soul eyes. This child isn't even a month old and she smiles and beams when her momma talks to her. She is expressive and inquisitive. You can tell she's thinking mighty hard up in her little noggin.
I swear I felt a strong pull to bring this child gifts and just sit in her presence. I went to Barnes and Noble and parked myself in the kid's section looking for the perfect books for her and then I felt this pull to wrap her gifts in yellow. Turns out it's Poppy's signature color for beautiful, personal reasons. I love me some babies. I've surrounded myself with children my whole life. I love them all for different reasons. I love Poppy for her magic. This kid is plum full of love. I feel great things will come from and to that beautiful spirit.