Here's a confession: I'm sometimes a little jealous of those dainty little girls in smocked dresses and perfectly coiffed hair complete with bows as large as their heads.
True, we've got pig tails.
But it's often a stringy mess as her fine hair escapes from the confines of elastic.
And she does have bling.
Which may or may not make up for the fact that
there's usually some other type of substance on her face.
But the delightful smile and giggles are completely her own.
And I am so blessed that she is mine.
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