In a house full of rowdy boys, C definitely holds her own. She's a bit tomboy, a bit girly-girl, a bit teenager, a bit little girl, a bit mother--but mostly she's simply C. In some strange way, I feel like she's been a grown up since she learned to talk. She has a big soul in that little body, and it's always seemed to shine through despite her age. And I can tell by the way she talks to us, she feels she's on a par with J and me.
But somehow, I digress. I didn't start this post with the intent of getting into all that.
C's creative and wants things to be beautiful, even if it's just Top Ramen. One day this summer, she and a friend cooked up some Top Ramen. They snipped twigs of rosemary and thyme from the pot on the deck. They shredded a carrot. And then they made Top Ramen beautiful.
I so appreciate having a daughter, and this one in particular.