Happy Birthday Miss Six Year Old Jessica
She's a broad:
"Is that boy who said goodbye to you your boyfriend?"
"No way. He tried to kiss me in preschool and I told him to get lost."
Strumming a guitar while singing "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood.
She loves to wear costume jewelry and princess dresses.
She's a wildcat:
She'll jump on Brendon's back in her pearls and princess dress clutching onto him as he tries to buck her off like a rodeo bull and screams for me to get her off of him.
"Mom, is the Easter Bunny real?"
"Yes he is."
"Is it just some guy dressed up in a costume?"
"No, he's really a rabbit."
"Mom, you can whisper in my ear and tell me he's not real. I promise I won't cry."
She gives me a kiss and hug when she wakes up, every 10 minutes during the day, and at night when I tuck her into bed.
"Mom, when you got boobs, were you afraid of them?"
She's in constant motion doing cartwheels, handstands, jumping off of the highest piece of furniture.
Most of all:
She's my little baby girl who I imagine backpacking her way around the world and back again 20 years from now using all of her wonderful qualities to make her way through.