Ella has always embraced our love of nature, animals and the outdoors.
(Releasing baby butterflies that she grew from pupae stage)
Last year, she found my jewelry box and makeup drawer. Now that she's five, we're dealing with a teenager in a tiny body.
it's not uncommon to find her on the phone, chatting away to someone. It could be her Grandma or a poor telemarketer...Ella is still happy to tell them about her silly band collection or her new bike.
I'll get into the car and find her buckled up, donning sunglasses and hot pink lipstick, prepared for any adventure.
And oh, her love of clothes...at 8:30am, this is how she arrived at the breakfast table to have her cereal.
She was in her room, working on something quietly for over an hour. I peeked in to find her doing a song and dance about the color pink. Her baby dolls were all propped up, "watching."
Just when I wonder which one of these personas will bloom as she gets older, I am reminded; she's no different than most of the great women I know. She's a mix of all of us, yet she holds her own.
And on the third day of camping with no shower, she knows how to strike a pose.
Yes indeed—this little lady will do just fine in the world.
3 comments:
That's my kind of girl!!! She can turn over a rock and grab that fishing worm without getting any dirt on her sunglasses or feather boa!
I love that girl!
I love this post!!!! Toooo cute! I've shown it to countless people...and I think I'm going to have to post a link to it on my facebook page. :)
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