She is Me

My daughter can get under my skin like no other. And I am slowly realizing that is due to the fact that she is very, very much me.

Now, she certainly has some traits that are NOT me - like the class-clown, ham-it-up-at-all-moments behavior. That is NOT me. That is her dad, for sure.

But the rest of it? Me.

Ears like radar. Me.
Need to constantly use the ears to listen to conversations that don't necessarily involve her. Me.
General bossy-ness. Me.
Precocious personality. Me.
Talks a bit too much when she's comfortable with someone. Me.

The newest development, though, is something that warms my heart. And excites me. I can't wait to see where this goes.

She has fallen in love with books and reading and history. She can't get enough. Her weekly library ration of five or six chapter books lasts only a few days. She constantly tells me random historical facts, gleaned from the latest Magic Tree House book or from one of her brother's infinite non-fiction choices.

She's desperate to travel and see some of the things she's been reading about - dying to go to Washington DC and Boston. And I'm dying to take her and share my love for those places with her.

I discovered this little drawing on my desk this morning. It makes me smile. I need to go snuggle with that kid...