Cleo wakes up and you’d never know that she spent all night
asleep next to Dallas. She wakes up and
it’s like she is meeting her mom again for the first time.
That’s how strong her pull is to be in her mom’s arms again.
She’s really like that about everything that she is
about. She is fully about it and wants
nothing to do with any other alternative.
Cleo Rose is pure matter of fact.
Cleo Rose is a swirl of tornado hair cast about everywhere.
Cleo Rose grabs your face with both hands and makes look at
her, hear her. She isn’t concerned with
your distractions. She bulldozes right
past them.
Cleo Rose dances with her whole body when the right song
hits. She moves free in time with her
own beat.
She’s our baby girl, just turning two. But she hangs with her siblings, she won’t be
denied. She keeps up and keeps on, well
past when she should.
Simply complex
The most beautiful disaster
Complicatedly simple
Sugar, sugar, sweet.
She thinks her own jokes are sooo funny.
She loves the sound of her own voice.
And she’s never far from mom, I mean never.
We couldn’t be complete otherwise.
Cleo holds hands, hugs faces, kisses kisses and more
kisses.
Our baby girl and her great way.
Here’s to two year old's so quickly closing in on their
teens. Sugar, sugar, sweet kisses and
all the amazing experiences in between.
All too often we are reminded just how precious this gift
is.
Cleo wakes up knowing and taking action on her passion.
Thank you Cleo for lighting the way, squeezing life with
two hands….
Hair swirling, scrunched up face…..Diving face first into
life.
