She’s special, this girl of mine.
There isn’t another person that I know who is as complex as she.
Her lips are rosy and her eyes glimmer golds, greens and blues.
She’s wildfire and she’s ice.
Her cheeks are still her baby cheeks. Soft and subtle.
She tender and unforgiving.
She expects a lot of people and isn’t afraid to hide her disappointments.
Her neck is always warm and it’s my favorite place to nuzzle.
Without her, life would be mundane and grey.
She has a fierce love for living.
She is adventerously cautious.
She doesn’t trust every one and she believes in goodness.
She loves to read and cry out-loud.
She is so witty and so serious.
Somehow she will be starting her second grade year very soon.
I know it is redundant, but how?
More importantly, why. Why does it go by so fast?
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