My baby blue eyes.

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Missi, Melissa, Missy.

This child truly is the example of independent woman at 15. Obviously she is a beautiful girl, but she denies it, "I am smarter than Pretty, mom."
I know that and I love you for it. She draws stuff that is so unusual and creative that I have to ask sheepishly "where did that come from?"
I dunno, acting cool but proud.
She writes stories that truly I want to read.

When she was a bay she would draw cartoon books with blocks and bubble comments and tell a story and tell jokes that she made up. Funny child. Her favorite movies? Monty Python.
Music? Asian classical. totally against drugs and drinking. Eats no meat, If it had a face, it had a mother and I am not eating someones baby.
OK drama queen.
Her lips are Angelina Jolie, Her eyes are that blue. In the background you can see her school uniform, LOL she must have gotten out of it and put the blue in her hair and took her own picture?!!!
She got her period today and came home from school and stated, I am dying you can bring me flowers but dont talk to me. I would like comfort food, like ramen, with chopsticks, and oreo cookies. big glass of water.
She kisses me and hugs me and snuggles when ever possible and i love to crawl into bed with her and smell her lair and she will sleep through the whole thing. She calls her brother BOOGER.
She is on the newspaper, forensics club, literary club, film society, yearbook. chorus, and is now learning the violin. (new instrument for her but she wants to do it so I got one on EBAY>)

She wants to go overseas as soon as possible. I suggested finsih college and then go overseas, but remember you have to see MAMA once a month so make it canada!
"OH Mom your so dumb sometimes, with a smile and akiss. Canada isnt overseas!"

Oh thanks for telling me babe, your so smart. snicker snicker snicker.

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Dayngr said…
She sounds wonderful. You must be doing a great job!
12:13 AM
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