" A nd though she be, but little, she is fierce," ----William Shakespeare Her eyes are that of marbles. The perfect mixture of green and blue. They gaze in wonder at the smallest things. A bug. A piece of lint. A black and white butterfly drinking nectar from a hot pink flower. She talks as if she has been a part of this world longer than her three years, and asks questions that make me laugh. She is both tender and tough. A combination of a princess who loves pink, and a jean loving, hair down and flowing type of girl. (Yup, that proves she is mine.) She is a creator of new words and a spinner of stories long after her eyes should have shut. Do you know what 'Pinkaly' means? For future reference it is her word for something both pink and sparkly. Don't you just love it? When I look at her, and listen to her small
Life, Love, and Learning to be Content one day at a time.