This girl.
She leaves constant reminders of her presence in our home.
Her purple butterfly hair pretty.
The red nail polish she spilled on our patio.
Her pink and black and white bedroom that will.not.stay.clean.
Her latest recipe concoction in our fridge.
The pink Barbie backpack that she packed to leave home. (She decided she needed her DS, some Clementines, and a orange blanket.)
Her purple lipgloss and blue eyeshadow smears she just so happens to leave all over the walls.
Her hot pink wire glasses that she forgets to wear constantly.
She is my heart. I was over the moon when I was told we were having a girl. I just thought life couldn’t get more perfect. A husband. A boy. And then a girl. And then the dog. 🙂
Of course, in the 8 years between the girl and the dog, God had to do some mighty changes in this depraved heart of mine. (Another post for another day)
She absolutely drives me nuts. I never yelled at my children until Miss H turned 2. For reals yo. She brings out the best in me and the very very worst. I know exactly why God gave this precious squish to me. So, I could learn to love better. And, oh, how I am trying. How I am trying!
I see sweetness and sass every single time I look at her. I see beautiful blue eyes that can twinkle with laughter, shoot daggers, or pool with unshed tears. Right now, she is painting her fingernails a brilliant shade of Tiffany box blue. It is called “For Audrey”, and yes, when the time is right, she will watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s with me. And maybe sing Moon River.. but that’s a long shot. My entire family rolls their eyes when I break into song.
I can’t help it though.. It’s just who I am.
And who she is?? Pink and squish and all girl all the time. She wants to be a vet and a hairstylist and a mom. She still hasn’t learned how to do a cartwheel and cries every time she sees someone else do one. She doesn’t like to pray aloud at bedtime, but begs to do so at dinnertime. She is learning how beautiful God thinks she is and I pray she will never ever forget. She is learning to stand up to mean girls at school and becoming a young lady of courage.
Like I said.. she has my heart. And how could she not?
Finally.. a few of Miss H’s 8 year portraits.
