Yes, I think so, too.
Today is Little Miss' 3rd birthday. I first met her when she was 4 months old. A month later, her Grandpa and I were married.
I absolutely love this little girl. She is precocious, head-strong, extremely energetic, nimble, hilarious, exuberant, strong, frighteningly fearless, compassionate and quite very loving.
She calls her baby brother "Brudda", and hugs & kisses him with abandon. But. Let him interfere with something she wants, and she's quick to scold him and let him know of her displeasure.
She gives the most absolute tightest and longest hugs.
She can chat on the phone for minutes and minutes . . . when she wants to; when she doesn't want to, then that's that and no conversation will be forthcoming.
She loves pink and purple and all things frilly and girly. She changes clothes multiple times during the day, and loves to walk around in my shoes and the shoes of other adults. She loves to have her fingernails and toenails painted - in wild colors.
She's a nature girl and loves the outdoor like there's no tomorrow.
As girly as she is, she is also quite the tom-boy. BTW, adult shoes . . . one of her favorite pairs that she enjoys tromping around in are her daddy's boots. Yep, yep.
She also loves to dig in the dirt, ride lawnmowers and climb on tractors.
When she was about 15 or 16 months old, I watched for almost an hour, while she dragged a bucket of water to pour into a small dirt pit so that she could make mud. At that time, she also learned how to operate the spray nozzle of a garden hose. This helped her make more mud in shorter amounts of time. She then proceeded to sit down in the mud pit and cover herself from head-to-toe in the thick, brown, gooey mess.
She squeals with delight at the most amusing things.
She sings herself to sleep . . . at the very top of her lungs. Sometimes such naptime preparation can extend through the entire naptime.
She loves trains. Chugga Chugga Choo Chooooo!
She can scold you with just a look one minute; and the very next, be giggling and laughing with you . . . or, perhaps, at you. When she's laughing, her eyes twinkle like a million stars.
She watches and observes. Everything. And from that, she learns. Then, she does what she has just learned.
She absolutely never ceases to astonish me.
I'm so very thankful that this little bundle of energy is part of my life. I am most thankful that she's my granddaughter.
Happy Birthday, Little Miss.
I love you so very much . . . you little monkey!
Thanks for reading, y'all!