Five.

Yesterday the middle child.  Our first daughter.  My little girl.  She turned five years old.

She was a messy little girl.  Always covered in dirt.  Food.  Paint. Marker. Bumps. Bruises.

She was a tomboy princess.  Always wearing pink.  Playing in the mud. 

Her sense of humor was a little more quiet and subtle.  But it always made me smile.

She had no fear.  She was a risk taker.  Walking at eight months.  Leaping by two.

 

Such a pretty little girl.  Inside. and out.

Here we are five years later.  She is still... messy. a little bit tomboy. making me smile. active. beautiful.  She is someone I absolutely adore.  Every crazy little bit.