Wednesday, September 11, 2013
I remember when she was around two and a half or three that we claimed that life was hard on her. She was sandwiched between one older and one younger sister and struggled to claim her pace. I remember a lot of tantrums from those days. But when we look back on it now--wow, how things have changed for her. As Jonathan commented about her at dinner tonight, she wakes up ready to face the world, jumps out of bed, and starts her day with a smile. (Assuming she gets enough sleep, that is. She is the sleeper in the family. Snoozing away in the computer room as I type this because her sisters keep her up too late in their shared room).
When you see Brinnly, the first thing you notice is her accessories. She's usually decked out in pink cowgirl boots (because I don't allow platform high heels on playgrounds), headbands, and always, bracelets. The girl likes her bling. Her big loves are still desserts, baby dolls, dancing, and anything purple. She's also carved out a niche for herself a the family clown and enjoys her talent of making her sisters laugh. She is a silly one but also our most sensitive--quick to cry, be hurt, and notice others in need.
She's tough, our girl. My first running daughter and she's promised me a 5K again together this spring. She's her daddy's yardwork helper, especially with fall leaves. Just don't get her too close to a sports Mascot or Chuck E. Cheese or anything similar. Meltdown city. Uncle Josh's magic glasses are the only things that can remedy that situation.