who she is

She is someone who adds an F sound to the end of every -er word. Grover becomes Groverf. Over becomes overf. Ever becomes everf. And together (my very favorite) becomes togeverf.

She is someone who says to me, from the back seat of the car, "Mommy, I have a question for ya." Yes honey? What is it? "My question is: what does green say?" To which I respond, green means go go go.

She is someone who asks me if I'm okay every time I laugh.

She is someone who calls out to every balloon she sees, every flag she passes as we're driving, every colorful flying thing--- like friends.

She is someone who listens to passing conversations. The other day, she overheard two ladies at Target. As we rounded the corner she repeated what she'd heard, "THAT'S SO WEIRD!" And they both laughed.

She is someone who likes names. She calls to people we know. Loudly. Across quiet rooms and in crowded elevators. She calls to people we don't know as well. From something she misheard during the same Target trip - I had said, "Excuse me, ma'am", and Bean called out loudly and with great gusto from her perch standing at the bow of our red Target shopping cart, for the remainder of that shopping trip EXCUSE ME MAN!

She is someone who doesn't call it a burp. It's burt - and she's sticking to her story. Every little Bean-sized belch - Mommy! I burt! Buuuuuurt!

She is someone who dances until she's dizzy.

She is someone who says sumfing instead of something, and one of my favorite things in the world is when she's bored and she comes to me and says, "Mommy, I want sumfing else. Sumfing else, pease?" Melt.

She is someone who breaks my heart when she cries, who brings me to tears when she laughs, who makes magic with every funny face.

The truth is, try as I might, there is no way to capture her in a few sentences. The things she does, the things she says... they are such a small part of who she is.

But one thing I know, beyond all else---- this small girl, she is a wonder to me.