My Little Lady seems to think she’s the boss around here. She recently gave me a, “Count to trouble…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 11, 11-teen. Now do what I say!” Of course, she had one hand on her hip and the other hand waving a finger around, in my face.

She’s a dreamer, alright.

She wants to:

Be a big kid. Decked out in Ryan’s clothes from head to toe…including boxers.

Drive. She’s drawn to anything with wheels!

Collect sparkly shoes. She claims, its the only way to, “Walk Fancy”.

Get Married. Even a bath towel will do for a veil, in a pinch!

Be a Mama. She loves to rock her little sisters.

Good Golly Miss Molly – don’t forget to be my baby as long as you live!!!!!

Love,

Jess