she is 4. my little spunky fireball of a daughter is four.
how did that happen.
i love her. i adore her. i love her personality. she cracks me up.
she can be the most intense but the most loving.
she is awesome.
she is starting to become such a big girl. she loves her baby sister and her brothers.
she is a firecracker. she is one stubborn girl.
it is her way or the highway. if it is made up in her mind no amount of talking, bribing, convincing will work. it is set in stone. if you tick her off you better run for cover. she will come for your eyeballs. okay, not really your eyeballs but she can get maaaaaad, and for reals, you better run.
she is smart so so smart. she catches onto everything very quickly.
she is my girl. she loves to be with me. she isnt a fan of preschool. she still cries when i leave her. even it if is with chase or our parents.
she is a daredevil, yet scared to death of water. she would ride the motorcycle down a cliff and not bat an eye, but ask her to jump into a pool with a life jacket on and she will freak.
she is tough. and i mean tough. way tougher than both of the boys put together.
i love my mya belle. happy 4th birthday little girl.
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