My vivacious, enigmatic, DRAmatic, precious five-year-old. She is literally breathtakingly beautiful, inside and out. She takes every bit of my energy some days, and gives it back with the most amazing hugs and cuddles.
And the things she says...
"I'm never going to get a baby, because it hurts. NO kids for me."
"A lot of police officers don't have hair."
"Why not can I do that?"
me: "I love you to pieces!" her: "I love you in a hundred pieces!"
While watching tv: "I'm watching a commercial for car insurance. Car insurance! I don't even have a CAR!"
"When I'm grown up, I'm going to have my own house. And I'm going to go to grandma's house, and have coffee." Dad: "Can I come to your house?" Her: (Long pause) "Can I still do whatever I want there?"
Every day. Something comes from this child that amazes me and makes me laugh. I want to freeze her in time, because I know she's my last, and the baby days are gone. She's going to Kindergarten in the fall, and the next ten years are going to fly. And I think of the heartache and obstacles this life is going to throw at her all too soon, and my stomach hurts.
But I try to remember when I'm facing one of her more defiant moments that the exact same fire she spits at me is what she'll need to conquer the world.
Keep it comin', baby.
