I've been mulling a post about you for several weeks now, primarily because there is much to say about the little girl you've been lately. You've been acting much more 15ish than 5ish and it's been alarming to Dad and I to say the least. The mood swings, the drama, the flare for the overly dramatic, it's been a bit much. To say that you are passionate about your feelings would be an understatement. You are passionate about everything all the time and it tends to leave my head spinning.
But last night? When I had finally sat down at the kitchen table, exhausted and swollen and all over yucky feeling and Sienna needed something from the fridge? And you hopped right up to get it for her without being asked and without saying a word?
That was awesome.
And I knew that my sweet little girl was still in there and that her loveliness would shine again.