I love my daughter.

My daughter is me only in smaller form. She looks like me, she acts like me, she is my mini-me.

Her school has these little books that she has to read twice every night and does she read them in her normal voice? No, she does not. She gives each character an accent and a funny little personality. She is especially fond of exclamation points as well. She will read a sentence find out that it has an exclamation point and then reread the sentence several times so that she can get the tone just so.

The other night we were walking in downtown looking at lights on our way to have dinner and there was a group of police officers standing around talking to one another. As we passed them, luckily out of earshot, she said in a funny little voice with her hand on her hip, Well, hello there officers....fighting crime?

She has to talk. Even if she doesn't have anything to say she will come up with a question. This mornings question? Mommy, do you miss our van when you aren't driving it? No, sweetie. Mommy, do you like the color of our van? Yes, very much. Mommy, do you think it is too light would you rather have another color? Is it fun to drive? and on and on and I am very very glad that the drive to school is only 4 min. Now, don't get me wrong I love that she will talk to me and I do not look forward to if she is a brooding teenager that won't talk to me but I am not much of a morning person and to even get me to talk before 9 am is a miracle and we are talking 7:45 here!

I love my little ball of energy and I pray that God will bless her life many times over. Thank you Lord for my sweet little girl whom I love so much!