A Birthday

My baby girl turns six today. My sweet Sicily. My spunky little sprite.

She's our child that keeps us guessing. She's surprising. She's a rock star in a princess dress. She's polite and friendly but she can beat up anyone, boy or girl, who gets in her way, or she'll at least go down fighting. And sometimes she punches her brother and sister in the arm just to start a fight. She's feisty like that and may have too much aggression for her own good. Luckily she can hold her own and she gives great hugs to make up for it.

She's a mama's girl. Steven often says he didn't see that one coming. She has all the makings of a daddy's girl. But she's kind of a wild thing. She knows not to bite the hand that feeds her. She's the best at snuggling and gives awesome kisses. She also has the best pout I've ever seen. Between that and her big brown eyes she gets her way more than I'm willing to admit.

She's a punk fashionista. Today for school she wore grey and white striped tights under a red patterned skirt with a white hoodie, green and yellow leg warmers, and green and orange fingerless gloves. She wears a head band everyday in her wild, blond hair. And she loves pink glittery nail polish and lip gloss.

She loves to ride her bike and scooter with a baby doll in a baby carrier on her back. She likes Legos and Barbie dolls, Disney princesses and video games. The girl has range.

She's a sprite, a mess, mischievous, and sweet.

I love her more than life.

Happy Birthday my sweet Sicily!