She holds my head in her little hands and says, "I love you so so much mommy."
She has tea parties with us all. She runs to help out anyone. She smiles and the room lights up. She cuddles like a baby kitty. Her imaginings are like fairy lights, floating above her head.
She radiates emotion, feeling everything deeply.
In Latin, the word spirare means "to breathe."
The words aspire, inspire, and spirit all derive from it.
My daughter derives from it as well.
I hope to be like her someday.