You look like an angel . . . that smile just says, "I'm the sweetest thing you've ever seen. An angel, really." However, comma, I know the truth. You are a handful. A diva of sorts, with a bit of tomboy thrown in for free. An interesting mix, to be certain.
Take last night, for instance. We stopped by to show Grandpa Bill the new van, and you, all decked out in flip-flops and a dress, pick up stones and start aiming for the sign out by the road. Two shots, and PING, you hit said sign.
Today, while out scouting photo ops for the upcoming wedding mommy is shooting against her better judgment. It was hot, miss "Thang" needed to bring her IPod, hence the cords running from her ears. Well on the walk-through, you ran through the sprinkler, climbed three trees, and wreaked havoc through the gardens. And after the 10th mile, realized you had LOST the Ipod along the way. Which meant we had to backtrack the entire 10 miles, only to find it at the start.
Angel? Not so much. Would I have it any other way? Never.
Love you, J.