Queen poor choice & princess meticulous
Call her strong willed. Call her a free spirit, or a spitfire… with white-blonde hair in wild curls, and attitude to match, that’s the gift we were given.
My oldest on the other hand, mama’s girl. So much like me. Cautious to a fault. In life, in friendship, in everything she tries. Unless she is sure of success, she sits, watches, waits, analyzes. Only when she is truly ready will she commit.
These two have made a friend at the camp ground this trip. Another little blonde girl to play with… and we suddenly have a little break.
While my dear hubby tries to figure out my ipod, I’m taking a minute to observe my kids just at play… taking turns introducing this new one into their fold. Their personalities so evident in how they talk and share and laugh…
Ultimately, they go back to playing together, but today at the campground,their world is expanding…and a little at a time, so is ours.