There are many times a day when I find it hard to believe that this blond-haired, blue-eyed girl is no longer that plump, kissy-cheeked baby girl.
She is six. She is sweet and spicy and her world sparkles.
She wants to believe in fairies and twirls on her toes when no one (and everyone) is looking.
She loves animals and gardening and playing pretend outside with her sister and friends.
She is reading everything she sees.
She loves to snuggle, especially first thing in the morning.
She likes popsicles and raw green beans and steak but is quite vocal of her distaste for brussels sprouts.
She is six.
And she is still my baby.
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