my daughter

Is four. Extremely intelligent and possess a brilliant imagination. She exclaims phrases like "I cannot poop, I need to eat more vegetables!" She is witty.  Her words are precise and well thought out. She's soft and endearing, gentle and kind. She possess a beauty years beyond her age and a soul that that warms those around her. Her hair is soft and big like her heart. She calls me "Momma" instead of Mom or Mommy and it makes me feel so blessed. My heart aches for her when she is gone and when we snuggle late at night and she presses her nose against mine and whispers "I love you," I am blessed.