Once upon a time, there was is a little girl.
She is the cutest, most adorable little 2 and a half year old girl her Momma ever knew. And she LOVES life.
She loves to talk and sing and talk and sing and talk and sing and talk. All of the time. Nonstop. All of the time. Always.
She is silly and happy and knows nothing about volumes that are appropriate for being inside. She loves fiercely, hugs often and affectionately and (aggressively) mothers her "little" sister frequently. (And by "little" I only mean in age. She and "little" sister wear the same size clothes, which is super convenient for their Momma.)
Her Momma loves her more than she can explain, even when she drives her Momma to the brink of insanity. Her laugher abounds through her house and rings in the ears of her family. She loves to eat, talk, be silly, sing, talk, jump, run and do all the things a two and a half year old knows is borderline questionable.
But most of all, this little girl makes her family feel so blessed. Blessed that God would choose them to be her family. Blessed that even though she didn't grow in her Momma's belly, she was chosen to grow their family. Blessed that she's going to be a big sister, again, because she's just so good at it.
And mostly, just blessed by her sweet, joyful, hopeful, always lively spirit.
And they all livedhappily blessedly forever after.
She is the cutest, most adorable little 2 and a half year old girl her Momma ever knew. And she LOVES life.
She loves to talk and sing and talk and sing and talk and sing and talk. All of the time. Nonstop. All of the time. Always.
She is silly and happy and knows nothing about volumes that are appropriate for being inside. She loves fiercely, hugs often and affectionately and (aggressively) mothers her "little" sister frequently. (And by "little" I only mean in age. She and "little" sister wear the same size clothes, which is super convenient for their Momma.)
Her Momma loves her more than she can explain, even when she drives her Momma to the brink of insanity. Her laugher abounds through her house and rings in the ears of her family. She loves to eat, talk, be silly, sing, talk, jump, run and do all the things a two and a half year old knows is borderline questionable.
But most of all, this little girl makes her family feel so blessed. Blessed that God would choose them to be her family. Blessed that even though she didn't grow in her Momma's belly, she was chosen to grow their family. Blessed that she's going to be a big sister, again, because she's just so good at it.
And mostly, just blessed by her sweet, joyful, hopeful, always lively spirit.
And they all lived
