ittlest lady, that’s what my cousin and his wife used to call their baby daughter. Five now, I should have not been surprised when she arrived on my doorstep in a sequined heart sweater, black jeans with sequins down the side . . . and pearls.
She’s like a mini-me–except for the fact that she can shake hands and make conversation like a pro; she’s completely at home, helping in the kitchen; and she has more energy
in one day than I’ve had in my entire existence.
Take Friday, for instance. Before arriving at my house, she and her dad had visited two parks (including one with a hill), the zoo, PoJo’s, the train depot, and Build a Bear. All that, and what did she say once her dad left? Let’s go out and run!
Like a lemming, I followed her right out the door. We ran circles around the back yard, over and over again. I thought for sure my time on earth had come to an end.
You know, before she and my cousin leftย Thursday night, they had a bit of a conversation:
You’re staying over here tomorrow while I’m at work, and we’re going to lay the ground rules right now. What do you think those might be?
Don’t nag.
That’s right. What else?
Don’t hustle.
Words to live by, my friends; words to live by.
With such a spark, who knows what all the littlest lady might accomplish in her lifetime . . .
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Daily Drop Cap courtesy of Jessica Hische.
I can just see you running in circles in the backyard. I love that!
Yes, well, it was a sight to behold, that's for sure . . . ๐
Hah – that is adorable. I may know a few little ladies who are now older ladies exactly like that
My recent post I'll give you a hint
I kinda love it! ๐