is turning five. Or possibly twenty five. She is like a typical summer day, she takes a little while to warm up, then you get hours of hot, bright sunshine possibly topped by some electrical storms.
She loves swimming, singing loudly ( tunefully is an optional extra), carrying handbags full of treasures, writing me swathes of notes and drawing me countless pictures (of me or us together holding hands). She loves Peppa Pig (still), Ariel and foxes. She sleeps with three lambs - Lamby lamb, baby lamb and Hoppity (who has a bell). She loves having wrestles and doing acrobatics with her Dada. She is afraid of foxes, wolves, dogs and shadows on her bedroom wall. She does not like oats in her porridge, calls her elbows her heels and has only just stopped referring to Big Bad Woofs. She can be equal parts kind or torturously irritating to her big brother. She likes to go bare feet as much possible, does not like dresses with buttons or zips and hates having anything done with her hair so mostly it looks a little wild. ( these photos being taken the one and only day this year that was the exception).
When she grows up she wants to be a doctor- nurse-hairdresser. She wants to marry Tom but as he is already marrying Phoebe she could perhaps marry Ethan instead, or maybe me. Only Tom has the special blue light to make her rainbow shoes glow and he did promise to bring it to show and tell. Last week she pulled a tiny seed out of her multigrain sandwich and ran outside so she could plant a bread tree. She really wants Santa to bring her a rainbow unicorn light up pillow pet.
She is our best girl.