She has this way of propelling herself through a space, so that she is not really skipping, and not really galloping, but kind of a movement in-between the two. With each little bouncing step she flips her hair with her hands, those red tresses floating on the air, and then landing briefly against her back, only to be thrust upward again with the next step. She has no idea how much I love this.
She has no idea how much I love her.
Happy fifth birthday, my little Ella Lou. Your mama loves you more than you’ll ever know.