staying dry all night
getting myself dressed
singing my ABC's
in whatever order seems right to me
being allowed to attend
Bible Hour at church with the "big kids"
using big, grown-up words; like, disgusting
lots of Raucous Laughter
when I get my hair washed
making up lengthy songs
with complex lyrics
helping Mommy unload the dishwasher
I'm so glad she 3, and she's ours.
Happy Birthday Eliza