She's funny, talkative, curious, wild, always on the move, quite independent, loves pink and thinks it is important that everyone knows whatever is on her mind. Ahem.
She doesn't like to be told no, doesn't want to take her nap, doesn't want to eat dinner tonight because it is whatever, but remembers dessert and dives in because she loves her desserts.
She's a little princess with big brothers. So she loves pink and dress up and would live outside in the dirt if she could. She plays Legos and chews her food into the shape of squirt guns.
One day a neighbor stopped in (yes, unannounced) and he commented on how pretty she was. I told him that's why Daddy has a shotgun. She announced that, "And I have a fart gun." And let me tell you, she's not afraid to use it. Luckily, I have a forcefield.
She's hilarious, gets jokes, makes up her own, can't sit still for two seconds together.
She's a natural with our Chinese language lessons and nails those tones perfectly.
She's memorizing all the Bible verses with the boys and I and I'm sure she'll remember them long after my addled brain loses them in the fog.
She loves the chickens and bunnies and kinda wants to see the bear in the yard.
She makes a beautiful tea party on the Grandpa table and carries her dolls around like a loving Mommy. Until something else catches her eye ("Squirrel!") and she drops the doll and runs.
She reminds me a bit of Olivia. And yes, she wears me out.
But my heart is simply filled with love for her and I wonder what God will do with her beautiful wild life.
She sings "Amazing Grace" and all is well in the world.