She loves sugar.
Not so much spice.
She’s not all together nice.
But she is my Baby Bear. And she is my heart. She is my world. She is my life. She does crazy things just to make me smile. She gives the best hugs. She likes ruffles and frills, but also mud and chaos. If I had to do it all over again, we’d maybe skip the ear-piercing screams, the three months of crying, and the utter defiance. But maybe that just makes her her. Maybe that’s why she holds my heart. She wiggles her way in with beauty and love and leaves chaos in her wake.
Happy birthday my beautiful girl. May you never stop dancing.