It’s one of the words I can’t pronounce properly in German which is fitting because it’s also one of the things I can’t comprehend in life. My baby turned twelve today. Twelve. What is the deal with this kid growing up? I mean, I’m glad she is an all, but could we slow it down a bit!
She is the perfect blend of a million different things. Independent enough not to care about the things that don’t really matter. Funny enough to laugh at her own sense of humour. Beautiful enough to show confidence but insecure enough to be shy. Loving enough to know she recognises all that we do and strong-willed enough to make us always try to harder to win her affections.
I like her a lot. I love her even more!