The brush that meant so much...
I love your tiny blonde strands that are so very soft. I adore the way your hair curls up at the bottom. I could watch you push your bangs out of your face all day my sweet baby.
I remember when you were so little and you fit inside my arms, how bald your little head was, just tiny peach fuzz. Now your beautiful locks touch your shoulder tops. I play with your hair every single day, I love to find new styles and you love to hold the bands.
I hope you never grow to old to sit... in mamas lap, I hope you never get tired of mama brushing your soft hair back.
I remember when you were so little and you fit inside my arms, how bald your little head was, just tiny peach fuzz. Now your beautiful locks touch your shoulder tops. I play with your hair every single day, I love to find new styles and you love to hold the bands.
I hope you never grow to old to sit... in mamas lap, I hope you never get tired of mama brushing your soft hair back.
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