She is just like me in so many ways, and my mother wished her on me. I hope i didn't torture my mother as she does me.
She has a spark to her, a light that shines so bright.
She argues like a seasoned lawyer
Makes valid points
And always wants her way.
Her smile lights a room and her beautiful eyes, with flecks of yellow in blue, sparkle at times.
She loves her music, her dance, her energy.
She is 8 yrs old now. She has the other half of my heart in her little palm of her hand.
My baby girl, my world.