Most days when I look down, it is at this child of mine.
She is always close. Sometimes too close.
This strong willed, stubborn child, I hate to admit, might just be like her mother.
I think this is where I should be calling my own mother to apologize for all that I might have caused as a child.
We are so much alike. Or, should I say, I see a lot of who I was as a kid.
I hope that I can see past these similarities in our personalities and give her what she needs from me.
Oh sweet Evelynn how I love looking down into those big blue eyes of yours!
Head over Anita's way next.