Then she started talking. Then she started walking.
She started forming her own opinions and voicing them.
She had always been absorbing information, processing the world around her.
Now she shares that information. Sometimes at inopportune moments; almost always catching me off guard. I forget or I don't realize how much she catches, how much she understands.
And then she wakes as her ninth birthday dawns - one groggy and slightly sluggish, the other bright and sunny.
She put on a lovely spring frock and shiny big girl dress shoes.
And then she does this:
And this:
Thanks for making life so fun!
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