BEA IS SIX

We finished up Bea’s Birthday season with our little family party. I told her she now needs two hands to show how old she is.

Sometimes Bea is a puzzle to me and I wonder what intricate thoughts are turning in her head. I know she is smart and she thinks and thinks and thinks. Some days she looks especially pretty and I can’t stop looking at her and thinking what a beauty she is going to be as she grows older. Sometimes she is the sweetest and kindest little bug like when she makes pictures for us and for her friends and her teacher – it’s her way of saying something loving. Sometimes she makes me laugh with her funny made up games or when she whispers secrets in her sister’s ear. Always I am proud of her and always I love her.