She turned 2 this week.
She's so beautiful, confident, exquisite.
She's patient with her mother whose never styled straight hair before.
She's crazy about her dad. Not always crazy about her brothers.
She often feels a bit of self entitlement.
She doesn't know how long I waited for her or that I thank God for her daily.
She amazes me. How did this delightful, pixie-like creature come from me?
She reminds me of my mom.
And now she's 2.
I adore her. I'm crazy nuts about her. And I love her so completely.