You love to wear dresses and skirts, even though your favorite pastimes would put you in the "tom boy" camp. You make tu-tus and swings look good.
This year you started school, and even though you say it's boring, I know that you're having a good time. Your crooked smile when you groan "oh no, not school!" gives you away.
You are a never ending source of cuddles and insist that I either place my finger in your ear or palm your face when we walk down the street. I wish I were kidding.
It never seems like you're listening. I mean never. Yet the other day you informed us that it was John the Baptist that the angel was talking about when Elizabeth was told she was having a baby. Simultaneously impressive and infuriating.
Dancing is one of your favorite things to do. All you need is a soundtrack and a small bubble of personal space and - ta! da! - it's a dance party. You've been the hit of the cruise ship promenade, restaurant waiting room, and mall hallway alike.
You are also one of the most clever girls I know. Your one liners have us roaring in laughter almost daily. You are stubborn and loving and a wrestler at heart.
Mommy and Daddy love you Starbucks and back!
