oh, my dolly, for you are 2

i have tears welling now as i sit to write to you, baby doll.

i have few words.

it seems that the wee baby has grown up so fast and i fear i can’t call you my baby anymore.

you, simply, make our world go ’round and ’round.

and topsy turvy

you ‘glow up’* our lives

you’re a silly goose

and such a tease

you’d fly away with your dreams, if we let you

but you always come back down to us

here’s to you, as you age again, before my eyes

oh, sweet james, you’ll always be my baby.

*family term for let the light shine on it