She farts. She burbs like a champ. She pulls her pants up past her chest and walks around with underwear on her head. She make us laugh uncontrollably. She can be her sister's best buddy and her worst enemy. She has her father wrapped around her little finger like a pipe cleaner. She can tag my warped sense of humor in nothing flat. She loves to read. She kicks ass in karate. You wouldn't know behind those braids and that cute smile that she can deliver a back-fist punch like a reflex.
She is 10 today. 10 years old. 10 years of smiles and laughter and tears. I can not believe I had a hand in creating this amazing, radiant little girl. I can see in her the baby I held not so long ago and the woman she will be at the same time. And even though I'm an evil, heartless mommy, my heart really does ache with the love I have for her.
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