In the middle...

My middle child is my extreme child. She can bring the greatest frustration and the greatest joy! Everything she does is with fabulous flare. Whether it be her contagious whole body giggle or her tenacious stubborn defiance - she does it all in grand style. When she walks, she stomps like a herd of elephants. Whisper is a word outside of comprehension. Don't get me wrong, at almost three years old, she knows HOW to whisper, she just can't seem to do so when it is called for. Her eyes twinkle and her little nose wrinkles when she smiles. She's goofy and silly and delightful. I love to listen to her earnest little prayers at meal times. And I love to watch her skip around the back yard with her whispy blond hair flying around her beautiful face. She can drive me crazy and sometimes brings out the worst in me. She will be the cause of every grey hair I will some day possess, and the cause of so many smile lines.