A girly girl, fond of dresses, dolls and pink.
And yet she rough and tumbles with her brothers.
Hands sticky with glue and glitter, her masterpieces
decorate the house.
Enjoys kindy immensely.
Soft brown hair, olive skin, not too short, not too tall.
My four year old. Those dark chocolate pools,
Gazing into mine, a mischievous look I can’t resist.
Slightly skinny, she’ll pick at her dinner.
An affectionate one, her family is her treasure.
Extremely lovable.
You’ll only ever glimpse her in skirts, sandals and pony
tails.
She’ll play princesses with a friend one minute, the next,
Jumping on the trampoline in her underwear,
Sprayed with the cold water from the hose.
She’ll shudder when eggs and broccoli are mentioned,
And sometimes scared of dogs.
She hates to see anyone hurt, and screams like it’s the end
of the world when it’s her.
The youngest in a family of eight,
Often demands, can be quite rude.
My little sister,
A twirling first year ballet dancer,
Little person with a big personality,
The loudest in the house with the sweetest smile
Is Sophie.
Precious.
Loved.
Just a poetic piece I wrote. I think it was necessary, so that I can always remember my beautiful four year old....
Let the memories never fade.
xo, h
p.s. yep, I was too lazy to get out the camera, so ipod had to suffice for a photo of m'baby and I! also, we leave you with this...
