All my kids are growing up WAY TOO FAST!!! I love it when I get a chance to just go somewhere and snap shots of them. It is like freezing the time up for me a little. I LOVE this age with her. She totally adores me and I am scared for the day when that will go away. I hope we can always be close. She loves to draw pictures of us holding hands and then tapes them up all over our walls. She loves to write me notes and tell me what they say. She will tell me anything to make me feel good such as... "You are the best cook ever."
She has a genuine sweetness about her and loves to take care of others. I like that about her a lot. She always has a skip in her walk. She likes to turn on the music and have me video her dances. She will wear her ballerina suit all day and prance around the house in her own little world. She doesn't like me to go to work without saying good-bye, so she will come into my room early in the morning to make sure I haven't left yet.
Our family is blessed to have this little girl who shakes things up between the boys. I'm starting to see the differences that little girls have and it makes me love her even more. I'm glad I have a girl to remind me how sweet life is.
This is usually the goofy face I see around the house all day.
She LOVES her purse made by her cousins.
Gwenevere misses her cousins. AKA Marley. And I just love that purse. She is such a sweet heart.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that picture of Marley walking down the hill w/the umbrella. The lighting is great.
ReplyDeleteThat is one pretty little girl.
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