Tuesday, June 05, 2012

May 28th

You will now indulge me in a bit of back tracking here, as a good deal happened in May while I was swamped with exams and house guests--far too busy to blog about it all.


My Little Miss turned 8 while I was studying for a linear algebra exam.  I had to send her and the family (Grandma Gae and Grandpa Dale included) to the cabin without me so that I could get in a few days of solid, solitary cramming without any distractions, but I did manage to get there in time to spend her very day of days with her.

She's at that age where she's proud to be able to read the printed part of the card,
 but doesn't have a clue what the cursive hand-written bit says.
 I remember that from my own childhood,
 "Blah blah blah, love pride happyhappy.  Now gimme the damn present!"

She's a difficult one to shop for.
.  When you ask her what she wants for her birthday or Christmas, she invariably answers,
 "I don't know. Surprise me."
 The only specific wish I could get out of her this year was
 "one of those uppy-downy stair thingys".

Maybe she's right. 
Maybe there really is no point in brushing her hair
when she wears this unkempt, bedhead thing so well.

The past eight years has taught me this about you:
you're impertinent, stubborn, and often exasperating;
sassy, precocious, and always incorrigible.
(one needs such big words to describe your very big, BIG personality)
But you are also one of the happiest, most joyful, loving children I've ever met.
I love you, baby. 
Never change. 

1 comment:

Queen LaTeacha said...

I agree totally. She is a trip for sure. One never knows what will come out of her mouth. In that way, she reminds me of you, maybe even a bit more outrageous. It's impossible to shame that girl!