Creativity and color sparkled in a shadowy womb, and you whirled gently into existence. You were such a fresh idea. I’m telling you, the Artist couldn’t wait to get started. He was blissful with his palette knife and liberal with his paint, not forgetting the quiet details. What did he have in mind? Toothless grins, soccer socks, chocolaty lips, crayon masterpieces, bug collections, big hugs; we’ll see. He couldn’t stop smiling when he made you. He just couldn’t stop smiling. He needed you. I need you. I feel your little legs cycling. I feel you having a ball. I feel you swimmin’ and splashin’. I feel Daddy in you. I feel adventure in you. I feel how cute you are—lovely, gentle, innocent, happy, determined and wonderful you.