
She counts to twelve regularly now, she once counted backwards from 5, and finished it with an exuberant 'BLASTOFF!'. She teaches me how to be silly again. I run around my home pretending to be someone who enjoys running, just to hear her squeals of delight, her little happy shrieks & 'MAMA! waiiit!'. She knows her colours, but more often than not will confuse pink & purple. My little love bug.
She has such a soft, kind heart. I worry for her. I used to be like that. If we cough, she needs to know we're ok, no matter what room we're in. If she knows someone is sad, sick or has just a simple headache, she will mention it more times than you can ever count. She mentions it with pure concern though, and I worry about her.

If I had nothing else to be thankful for in my life, she would be enough. She is always more than enough & I plan to make sure she always knows that. Our gift from the Universe, so smart, sweet & beautiful. Always, sweet Katherine, you will be more than enough.
She's certainly a cutie pie!
ReplyDeleteAs much as you say that she is more than enough... it flows in both directions.. you are her mother... she adores you and wants to be just like you...
*smile*
Thanks, Stephen! :-)
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