Lindley…

Strong willed.

Tough.

Emotional.

Loving.

There are so many words I could use to describe you. You are exceptionally bright. The problem with that is you also have a really small attention span….lol.

Lindley, you are my girl….which can be good and bad.

The bad….you are a mischievous mess. You hate picking up. You are busy all the time. You are sassy….big time. That is also part of your charm…

You love to pick on me, but aren’t to the point to where it is ok for me to pick on you….which drives you nuts (which means I love it). We fight like cats and dogs…not bad…but I drive you nuts…and I love it.

Your sister is peaceful and quiet….and you are a bowling ball of butcher knives. Running into, cutting up, and tearing up anything and everything that is in your way. I love it.

You know what I love the most. I love how you love me. You always want to give me a hug and a kiss. I’m not allowed to leave your sight without you running up and demanding that you get that hug and kiss….even chasing me down the driveway while yelling, screaming, and crying.

I love how you cuddle me at night. When it is in the middle of the night, you wake me up and say, “Daddy, are you ok?” Of course, I’m fine. I’m sleeping…it’s the middle of the night. What else could be wrong? You always follow that question up with this statement…”Daddy, I think you need me to be snuggled.” It has nothing to do with me needing to be held or snuggled….but something is wrong with me, so you need to be snuggled. It actually works the other way around.

You are in such a hurry to grown up.

I just want you to slow down.

Gosh, kid. I love you so much.