I often linger in bed, waiting for her to come. If I get up too early, I miss it.
She dresses herself. That's obvious, right? Only when we go to town do I choose her clothes. Those are the moments of our only arguments. She has definite fashion sense (sense?) and doesn't agree with what I think matches.
Her hair is free-flowing, it won't obey and stay in the various hair accessories I try to keep it up in. She prefers it that way, so I think she helps the hair ties "slip" off.
She draws several pictures each day. On the back of every single one of them is written, "MOM DAD I LOVE YOU," even if the drawing is only for one of us – or for a brother or sister.
She sings almost constantly. She sings songs from Jesus Loves Me to Miley Cyrus songs to theme songs from preschool shows to Amazing Grace. She absorbs the songs she hears throughout the day; the songs seep into her like they do none of the rest of us.
And best of all, she is happy.