This one. This girl. My daughter. She’s silly, I know. She’s after my heart. Ok, she already has it, but she’s going for more.
She’s digging in and not letting go.
I’m still in shock how her morning started. She woke up and got dressed all by herself before even coming downstairs. This may not seem like a lot to you, but considering I fight her tooth and nail every day about how she and her brother must get dressed (with my help) before they go downstairs for breakfast on school days, this is quite a turn of events. Especially to me – a morning person; a “wake up and get going” person. I told you. She’s a girl after my heart.