She’s mine. All mine. And I share her with our community, and her brother, and my husband, and the world.
She likes her nails painted pink with hearts. She wears a tiara most of the time. She can name EVERY SINGLE PRINCESS and has never seen a princess movie ( with the exception of Cinderella.) She calls herself Ariel, Cinderella, Jessica ( not sure where she got that one). She eats nearly nothing but PB&J and Goldfish crackers. She LOVES shoes and school and writing her name and Thank you notes.
She’s exhausting and fulfilling, and everything every woman has ever wanted ever in a daughter. She ask everyday when ballet starts again. She drinks her water with a tiny umbrella and straw. She’s high maintenance. She’s emotional- she’ll cry at the drop of a hat. She worries (constantly) about getting in trouble at school ( she never has) and bosses- Ohhhh, she’s a bossy girl ( leadership qualities right?).
She’s beautiful. She’s just beautiful and her hair does that on it’s own. She’s my mini me, my lifeline, my temper, my heart, my first baby, my little woman, my conscience, my honor. She’s all mine, all mine and I’m sharing her with the world. At 6 am she’s following me into my bathroom begging me to see “how tall she got” and by 4 pm she is, what’s wrong with me. She can not wait to grow up. I never ever think of her as 3.5 years old. She’s so much bigger/better/older than that. I don’t even mind her growing up- she’s already so grown up in her own way.
She’s lovely isn’t she? Just lovely and I’m grateful she’s mine. I’m so grateful for my girl.
I wouldn’t take anything or anyone for my girl. I adore this girl.