Daisy Grace

I know we have had a lot of pictures on here recently, but now is not the time to stop. I am sure that I will get all serious and verbose this weekend, but in the meantime, you should enjoy Daisy's 3-year old gallery. (Bout time I took them.) She is such a sweet, sweet child. Besides her incessant curiosity, I really don't think she has a mean bone in her body. I have mentioned that she is the first to help Pearl when she is upset. I watch her all the time leading Pearl around by the hand and taking care of her. She loves to help with anything and everything, but at the same time she is learning to look at something, smile at me knowingly and say, "Don't touch?" She wants to be big and go to school. She wants to go everywhere I go. She snuggles the best and loves one-on-one time. She potty trained before I even thought about helping her. (Way back some time when she was two.) She has an excellent pouty face and she has trouble not picking her scabs. And she is beautiful. Her hair is getting long, her skin is so olive, and her eyes are so dark brown. She is a really pretty child, and probably the one who looks least like me. I used to look at the two of us in the mirror and try to see even a little of me in her. But it doesn't matter if we look alike. She is mine...my Daisy.

Daisies have always been my favorite flower. They are simple, lovely, and they grow easily. I'm glad this one was planted with us.