I love that through her God gave me the joy of experiencing what it was like to be the mom of a girl, a girly-girl at that. (Don't get all worked up. I'm working on a separate post about the boys).
I love that she gave me a reason to buy Barbies again (at least Barbies that would get played with and not just sit on a shelf).
I love that she loves to go shopping with me.
I love that one of her favorite things to do is looking at our albums or watching family videos (that's the scrapbooker in her, I just know it).
I love that she cries at the drop of a hat (it shows me she is sensitive).
I love that she has a great sense of humor, and is always surprising me with her jokes.
I love that she actually ENJOYS school.
I love the way she looks up to her Daddy (both earthly and Heavenly fathers).
I love that she loves to take care of her baby brother.
I love that she looks up to her older brothers, but won't be bossed around.
And a million other things, too numerous to list on this blog.
But then, there's the one thing:
The funny thing is, I have to admit I love even that. And wouldn't change a thing about her. But boy, I'm glad she's homeschooled, because I'd be getting notes from the teacher ALL the time about that last one!!
And I realize that last thing is what I will miss the very most when she is all grown up!