My Girl

This girl is my fire. My son is my heart. They are both so wonderfully unique, but for a moment, I celebrate My Girl. She is the girl my mother wished on me. And not the "I hope bows and butterflies for you" kind of way. She meant it more like a, "I hope you have a daughter just like you, and I will laugh" kind of way. 
She.
Is.
THAT child my mother warned me about.
But I love it.
I love how she is fearless, fun, and dynamic, and determined. Amelia is firey, and possibly more dramatic than I, and I love it.