This little one who sleeps with plastic animals and dips them in her ice cream, who asks for a trip to Target on a near daily basis, who now asks her mom and dad to “go away please” so she can have some privacy when she paints, who sat patiently through her first french braid.
This little one is growing up before my eyes. The baby fat is melting away, the inches are stacking up, and the sentences are tumbling out of her mouth. And day by day, it seems, I see less of my sweet baby and more of my girl, my little person. She is such an awesome little person. I love her completely.