Every home needs a girl: Part Emma

Not really waking up until her morning Chocolate Milk.
Naming every nameable toy Etta.
Playing with her animals.
And her belly button. (Not at the same time.)
Elephants. Elephants. Elephants.
Purple.
Elephants.
Somersaults. Handstands. Strong calves. Strong quads. Strong will.
Loving her Jack and her Will.
Being the mother hen to every child younger than her strong age of 4.
Read to me.
Bake with me.
Play with me.
Chase me Daddy! I bet you can't get me!
Wrestling with Jack.
Sincere gifts taken from nature given with love.
Loving the site of blood, just not her own.
Loving shots from the doctor, just not to her.
Headbands.
Dressing herself. Yes, that matches, Momma!
Twirly dresses.
Dancing to music.
Dancing to sunlight.
Dancing to her own song.
Vibrato singing.
Laughing through teeth.
Great gas. All the time. Very proud.
Building gardens.
Exploring every bug.
Making friends with snails. Hugging caterpillars too tight.
Wearing dresses & running through dirt.
Hiding Mommy's kisses in her hands.
Loving her Jesus & singing of His Love.
Daddy's little girl.
Having her great grandmother's expressions, Grandma's looks, Daddy's nose, Mommy's eyes.
Having my heart.