May 29, 2012 in Life
One evening, I entered Sissy’s room and nearly stepped on this:
She had laid out her clothing for the following morning, which apparently included a new form of dancing, domestic ballet. As if the shoes and clothing weren’t cute enough, the lizard was sticking out of the apron pocket. Preparing for his morning duties, no doubt.
My daughter, the perfect blend of princess and tom boy. Hunting frogs in her “wedding” dress. Wrestling with her dad and her brothers in a tiara. She lives life with abandon and with her own style. She’s nothing less than inspiring.