she has conversations
she goes to school
her body is thinning out and we can see her neck
she picks her clothes
she dresses herself
the wawa (binky) was gifted to the fairies
she swims like a fish and is not afraid to jump in the water
pink is her favorite color
no pants and no shorts. she’s a skirt and dresses girl
she holds a pen and traces letters and numbers
she sings in the car. she sings while she’s playing
her dolls have names and she makes up stories for them
she goes to school four mornings
we argue about make up
her best friend is sophie. who cares if sophie is 36.
she likes cupcakes. actually just the frosting and lately just the sprinkles
if i ever get lost she can be my GPS. she knows all our usual roads
her favorite song is “Sexy B….” by David Guetta. Thank god for the clean version.
she bosses everyone especially her dad. she’s my right hand when it comes to enforcing rules
she is my helper. my daughter. my baby. the last of my babies.
she’s almost four. the baby is almost gone and i see glimpses of the big girl.