Just 45 days shy of 4 years old (
not that we've started the countdown or anything), my lil' AA keeps me on my toes. Yes, she's a
girl … but I really don't remember ever being this
dramatic (right, Mom?). She is brilliant, kind, witty, and creative. She can belt out any song word for word after hearing it only a few times. She knows all of her letters and is starting to read right alongside JP. She is a perfectionist in every sense and she has an eye for fashion (
you really must see what she wears to the park). AA has a heart for Jesus and she just adores her two brothers. She sucks her thumb and clutches her faded lavender teddy for comfort; she operates on routine and order (
don't even try to skip out on bedtime stories!). Yet, she's drama. In the snap of a finger, she can turn on crocodile tears and on the floor kicking. Her cry is piercing. In those moments, one must not try to rationalize her demands. One must just ignore (
and it's hard not to chuckle when JP mutters, "and there she goes again, Mom").
AA can test me, that's for sure. But most of the time, I am in awe of her big personality. I want her sweet voice and golden hair to stay young forever, yet I just cannot wait to see how she will grow to make this world a much, much better place.
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