Quote of the day

As my face falls into the lavender aroma of her hair, her cheeky giggle reminds me that her trousers are still soggy. Abigail is two but like a teenager already. Sporting fashionable jeans and coiffed like a queen, her attire is not what my grandmother would have approved of. Her contagious laughter rings through the house each day, combating the adversity of life with two older bulldozer brothers. Sugar and Spice and all things nice, that is what our cherub is made of