She struggles to find her place in the family.
She’s not the leader, she’s not the baby.
I try to show her..
that’s she’ll always be my baby girl.
Even when she isn’t requesting attention.
The need to just stop everything to squeeze her is there.
She is my baby girl.
She always will be.
She’s most definitely not allowed to grow up.
She’s going to live with me forever. And ever.
because I’m not a good sharer.
And mostly because I’d miss her too dang much.