I've noticed a curious phenomenon occurring on the streets of Launceston.
There seem to be more smiles than usual, directed at the general vicinity of me and Tiger.
Actually, that is an outright lie. The smiles are not directed at me at all. They are focussed wholly on my gorgeous girl.
Tiger, it seems, makes people smile.
And I hear them whispering, too: "She is so cute", "Look at those big eyes", "What a gorgeous baby".
And None of it - the cuteness, the gorgeousness - should matter a jot. I always swore I'd love Tiger to the moon and back even if she looked like the wrong end of a Sharpei dog. And of course I would have. But I do love that just the sight of her brings joy to the day of a complete stranger. And I know that it's not just Tiger's appearance that causes that jubilation: It's the feisty curiosity in her sparkling blue eyes, it's the cheekiness of her grin, it's her soul that's shining through that makes people chuckle at the sight of her.
She has a breathtakingly beautiful soul, my baby girl. And this city is a brighter place for catching sight of it.
~ Love, Miss Cackle x
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