Single tired mom of four. Lover of chocolate and coffee - not necessarily in that order. Lover of Jesus, photographer by trade, Photoshop junkie and crime TV watcher.
While speaking to a friend on the phone the other day, I made mention of, “my baby girl.”
My friend sounded confused as to who I was referring to. But “my baby girl” knows who she is.
And if I call her peanut, or monkey, or any other pet name I have assigned her, she quickly reminds me what her real name is. “No, I’m your baby girl.”
Although, on certain occasions, she might possess the name ”Cinderella,” or “Princess,” I assure you, it’s only temporary.
carrie says:
gosh, she’s getting so big. sniff
September 8th, 2009 at 11:37 am
Marsha says:
Ditto what Carrie said! But she’s as beautiful as ever. Like mommy.
September 8th, 2009 at 8:25 pm
Amanda says:
So precious. I just love that!
September 11th, 2009 at 6:35 pm