my girl. sigh. all girl, but not a girly girl. or is she? stubborn and opinionated and funny and shy. sensitive but silly and smart. it's her way or the highway. she would wear her entire wardrobe in one day if we let her...but of course only the things that she likes: pants and shorts and over-sized tees. and long sleeves even on 100 degree days.
i so wanted a girl. to dress up and play with...i thought. but i don't dress up. i don't do my nails, i rarely even do my hair. (by the way...she won't have a thing to do with a hairclip...no way, not one bit). oh she is all girl...and she is my girl.