My Rival

Years ago my father gave me a poem by Rudyard Kipling entitled "My Rival". Well that was back when I was seventeen. I'm now racing up on 49 and I have another rival. This rival is sweet, adorable, beautiful, blue-eyed medium brown haired girl. Just last night I watched her flirt with my husband. I watched as my husband melted in front of her. He thought she was acting shy but she was flirting! She was all coy. Almost everyday I watch as my husband falls under the spell of this minx. There is a special light in his eye reserved just for her. And I love every minute of it.

I have to say that this girl has a beautiful smile. It lights up her whole face. She has an imagination that is quite developed. She has a growl that is quite endearing. She stands with her hands out stretched and her fingers curled and then the growling starts. As it builds her little back arches and her belly thrusts forward, I've never known a child to growl so much!

There are so many things about this little Imp of mine. I'm working like crazy to remember to enjoy EVERYTHING because they grow so fast. She's no longer an infant.
She's right smack in the middle of toddlerhood. So there will be more posts about this adorable little child of mine who flirts with her daddy and wraps him around her little finger.