She'll say "Oh I like my princess mama!"
as she spins around in circles.
She is rarely seen without her bear-bear.
The angel wings are worn and we've had to re-sew the nose.
She's a free spirit. Whimsical and artsy.
She never follows directions or stays in the lines.
She doesn't care if her bangs fall straight in her eyes.
She'd rather be bare foot any time of day.
She has a fascination with the sky.
She loves to watch airplanes go by and she looks for the moon each night.
She loves to be rocked and snuggled close.
She loves to sing. Her favorite is Jesus Loves Me and Twinkle Twinkle little star.
She acts like every little thing is the most exciting thing in the world.
She could care less about actual food but would live off fruit snacks if I let her.
She's the joy that came after the sorrow.
My glimpse and daily reminder of heaven.
She is my living and breathing testimony of God's goodness and glory.
She is hope.