She runs. Not just the
I've had too much milk tipsy walk, but full blown running. She screams when she can't open the door or reach something she wants. And, it makes me giggle. She is a little dare devil. And, she loves flowers. Not because they smell good, but b/c she can play the game
He loves me, he loves me not... She sports cute pink outfits but prefers dirt and her tootsies in the grass. She has the cutest smile. And, she can say
hi, daddy and bye. And
puppy. Her eyes light up when she sees food. And, she eats her veggies just like a good little girl. She loves her pink blanket and when she rubs her eyes when she gets sleepy, it melts my heart. She is one of the top reasons why I wished we lived at home. And, while I am on my three wishes, I wish for Father Time to slow down time a little so sweet baby girl can stop growing up so fast. She is the happiest, cutest, little girl, and I am so ridiculously in love with her. But, I am partial to her. After all, she is my niece.
So, without further ado, sweet baby girl, Savannah...
I don't want her to grow up. Ever.
How can you resist this beautiful baby girl?!
Three things I love: baby hands, feet and textures.
She is a cowgirl at heart.
Beautiful. Just beautiful!
Sweet baby girl, I adore you.
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