Though she be but little…
There’s just something about summer, little girls, and sundresses. And this little girl, in particular, has stolen my heart.
She is the baby, and knows it. She is a spitfire, fierce and sure… sure of what she wants and sure that she’ll get it. Not a matter of if, but when. She is loud and gregarious, emotive and theatrical. She demands to be heard, and makes it clear that even if she’s the baby, she will hold her own. She is a big personality in a little body, with the emotions and faces and body gestures to go with it.
She loves fiercely and that love is deeply reciprocated. She is both the instigator and the soother, the protected and the warrior. She is the girliest of my girls, both in dress and in mannerisms. But no sooner will I find my heels under her bed, will she burst into a running tackle to take down a sibling. She is sassy, loving, hysterically funny, and keeps us on our toes. Often times, we must bite down on our cheeks to keep from laughing mid-discipline.
Our lives would be so boring without her.
Though she be but little, she is fierce. –William Shakespeare