sweet child of mine
I love that she picks me little flowers and leaves every time she goes for a walk. I love all the bright colors she chooses to wear. Her hand has grown along with the rest of her body. Her growth is limitless - she grows in spirit, in knowledge, and in love.
I want to say to her slow down but that can never happen and it is hard for me to deny her anything that will make her the woman she will become.