The marvel that is your hair...

Little Miss Emily--
Ok, let's talk for a minute about your hair. Have you any idea how often I think about your hair? It is a marvel to me.
The moment you were born, with this head of dark messy hair -- and it stood up all over and went every single direction -- and every time I looked at you, your hair was this kind of shock to me. It's nice how it so completely distinguishes you from the boys -- the little bald babies that they were.
Your hair is a wonder to me -- it's curly when it's wet, it grows vertically in the back and it dries straight up on the top. Where did this come from? The nurse in the hospital asked if you looked like your daddy, and I oh so innocently said "yes" -- and then she asked if he was Hispanic or Asian...
Your hair is so uniquely you -- different from us, but wild and incredibly sweet -- and it just makes me smile. I am sure in years to come we will have "issues" with it, trying to decide if it should be long or short, in a ponytail or down, braided or curled....and I'm sure between the two of us we will never be able to come across the right barrette or bow or elastic band...but I am so looking forward ot it all.
For now I am content to stare at the marvel that is your hair...and think of how divine you are.
Snugs my little cupcake,
Mommy