funny.

How in the world did I get lucky enough to have this crazy girl be my daughter?  

She is funny and silly and is always full of wonder.  If I see a butterfly and say, "Ooo!  Look at that butterfly!" She'll be the first to chase it.  By some kind of beautiful miracle she's maintained that awe and fascination that she had when she was 2 years old.  I love her never ending interest in the world.

This crown she's wearing fell apart.  She didn't let it bother her she just decided to rework it and make into a bonnet-y kind of thing with a tie under the chin.  She was so proud of it she was happy to work it for the camera.

She loves to be dramatic but I have to catch her at the right moment for her to be okay with the camera.

She nurtures others to the point of mothering and in the same instant can tease without mercy.

She laughs until she cries and never wants anyone to see her crying.

She comforts someone who is hurt and rarely takes offense or is hurt by others.

She is quick to forgive and quick to laugh.

She loves to make sure that the people she loves know they are loved.

She plays with wild abandon and tries to avoid work by giggling in a hidden corner.

A day cannot hold everything she wants to do and yet she can be content with very simple things.

She loves completely.  There have been many times that I can tell that she feels her body can't hold the amount of love she feels.

She is full of contradictions.  She's pretty crazy and boisterous and enthusiastic and all over the place.  And at the same time she's so reserved.

I love her for her sweet and nurturing and kind self and I love her for her out there wild ideas and funny insights and her wonderful laugh and all of the other opposites she holds inside her.

I love her because she's a one-of-a-kind Emma.  No one in the world is quite like her. She has no duplicate.  I love her and her just being Emma is enough for me.

mom. LOVE.