It's hard to write warm and fuzzy thoughts about my 3 1/2 year old when she keeps testing my patience! Is it her red hair? Her precociousness? Her quick wit and charm? Her birth order (#3 of 4)? Is it her strong will and stubbornness she has from my side of the family? Is it the DNA she inherited from her paternal grandfather's side of the family? It's probably a combination of all those things and a little of something else. That's just Greta. It's how she's wired. She has a smile and a spark in her eyes that make it hard for me to stay angry for too long. She gives the biggest, most hugest bear hugs I've ever felt -- more like a headlock. There's no escaping until she's ready to let you go. She has the energy of 3 preschoolers. She's a bed jumper, against my best wishes, and she loves to hang upside down on the monkey bars, which is another reason I call her one of my monkeys. She dances like there's no tomorrow. She sings as if she's a superstar. She loves to learn new things. She takes time to smell the flowers. She loves unconditionally. She gives her little brother, who has Down syndrome, more attention than I ever thought possible, with hugs, kisses and smiles to spare. And for all these things, I'm glad she's mine!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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I love this! And what an adorable redhead she is! Thanks for visiting mother words! I'm happy to have found you, too!
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