These days more than ever, you long to be a grown up like Mama. You will back up to my legs, to measure how tall you are against my height.
I am loving the attention you bestow upon me. I love that at least for now, I am your idol and you want desperately to be like me. You are so incredibly good for my spirit and soul. You make me stand a little straighter, and choose my words a little slower. Imitation is flattery, and I am enjoying this journey one high-heeled, giant handbag stealing step at a time!