I just had the best night out with my favorite girl. She is not quite four feet tall and can read Biscuit Makes a New Friend. Her eyes are bright and can flash you a smile with just a mire thought of joy. Her hair is a mess from dawn to dusk, and she still spills crumbs all over the floor when she eats even though she is six. Yes, my beautiful, and I don't mean just on the outside, my beautiful little girl and I went out to dinner. We took a friend of hers. A friend who is roughly six months older and has known my girl for exactly six years and six months of her life. Yes, we had a blast.
We took Little Brother to a birthday party where he enjoyed his own brand of fun tumbling around with his bros. Then we went to a pizza place on Main and decided on exactly the same toppings: mushrooms, olives and ham. This pizza parlour has games so the girls giggled over Connect Four. Then I taught them Jenga. Neither had played before and just loved it! Of course some of that may be due to a mother who over exaggerates the effort of pushing just the right block out of its spot and just barely not knocking the tower over as I gingerly place the piece on top.
Yes, I think I am going to enjoy my gal as she creeps up slowly in her years. She may be a little sassy these days and not wanting to get dressed to go to school morning after morning, but she sure can light up a room and make me giggle. I love you my little jewel.
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