Logan Marie.Miss Thang.
Two going on Sixteen.
My little protoge.
Every time my name leaves her lips it wraps me
around her little sticky finger even tighter.
I would give her the world if she could ask for it.
But all she's got her beautiful blue eyes on are my shoes.
Her precious little feet are swallowed up by size 7's.
I am enamored by her smile,
mildly amused by her expression,
and so in love with her laugh.
and then there's...
Victoria Jayden.Four going on Twenty.
Her expansive vocabulary astonishes me every time we have a conversation.
And every phrase that she mumbles inbetween bites of cookie makes me smile.
She admires my make-up and is forever asking for lip gloss.
Singing and dancing is her passion and she never passes up a mirror.
The world isn't ready for such a diva.
She insists on tackling her head of curls every morning by herself
and the response to every question is "I can do it, duh, I'm four"
I have learned more from these two beautiful children than
any possible form of public education.
They love without question.
And question without reason.
Why are they asking the older ones so many questions?
It seems to me that they have all the answers.
