Almost there

I envision you the way I envision perfection.
That should I be gifted with the gift of holding you,
that should my life be so fortunate,
then I will look at you the way I look at your mother,
whose adoration for you is endless.

You are her prized possession and both of you are mine.
Your gentle smile will be a reflection of the warmth found in our hearts.
A smile we hope to find even when all you want to do is frown,
and you will certainly frown a lot.

And even when the fog enters our atmosphere,
I’ll always remember what I saw in your eyes in the haze staring back at me.
All I could see was something wonderful.
I know you will be wonderful.

I’ll feel guilty to hold such a responsibility.
To be tasked with your growth is a big ask,
but I know I will uphold it with pride.
I will.