You lit up with the glow that come from a girl who knows she is beautiful. You glided and danced and sang.
We went to the church carnival where you waited forty-five minutes to hang from bungee cords, jump and flip. You managed long skirts on swings and slides and hay bales. We stayed late because Gage and Daisy come just before we had planned to leave. Even at the late hour your danced across the parking lot singing. I was tired and unenthusiastic yesterday afternoon, but your magic energized me. You are my princess.