You live about 40 steps away from your best friend's front door.
You two are as close as sisters. You have your own love language, and it makes me so happy to see you developing in your relationship. You first met E. when you were only two weeks old, and she was eight weeks. I'll never forget that Friday evening, you laying on the floor, E. in her daddy's lap with a pacifier, still sad and hurting from her immunizations that afternoon. I knew right then you two ladies were about to start something very special.
We love our neighborhood and our neighbors. We are so lucky to live where we do. You two princesses think so, too.
You both love frill, glitter, shrieking, princess stories, jewelry, horses, and lip gloss.
And much to your daddies' delight, when you each were handed a tiny iron from E.'s legitimate golf set, the first thing you wanted to do was ... fight! Each other.
Little bit princess, little bit dragon.
I say it's a perfect combo.