eight

I've had eight years of her smile. Eight years of those dancing brown eyes. Eight years of her sassy attitude. Eight years of her infectious giggle. Eight years of living with a real live Princess. Eight years of listening to her sing from the minute she wakes to the minute she falls asleep. Eight years of watching her lipsmacking delight with food. Eight years of watching her greet every single morning with a smile. Eight years of dramatics. Eight years of reveling in her zest for life. Eight years of her making me so angry I could spit nails. Eight years of my wanting to pump my fist and say "atta girl!" when she won't back down. Eight years of snuggles. Eight years of her soft milk chocolate hair tickling my chin when she sits in my lap. Eight years of a love so strong it brings tears to my eyes. Eight years and I still look at her with wonder and joy that she's part of my life. Happy Birthday my Teresa. I look forward to the next year...and the next...and the next....and the next....