Sugar Spice & Everything Nice

My girl causes me to take pause in absolute reverence at least a dozen times each day. She is the perfect combination of sweetness and sentiment all wrapped up with a bright colored, frilly bow. For the record, she has this same affect on others too always quick with an infectious smile, a genuine, "And how are you?" or some other pleasant aside for everyone from the florist at the grocery store, to the nail tech she had difficulty understanding to neighbors, teachers, friends and family. She simply radiates goodness for everyone in her presence to receive. Sometimes even her brother, much to his dismay. Or chagrin.



Miss Bit already has her very own sense of style and loves to get dressed up. She prefers pink and purple, but she sees the beauty in every color under the rainbow. Her signature items of the season include fashionable boots, sassy scarves, silly bands and flowery headbands. Take just one look at those baby blues and you can see for yourself that it doesn't matter what she's wearing though, she's always a breathtaking beaut!

Her eyes are not only bright and beautiful, but so is the world as seen through them. I had as much fun watching her amazed and undeniably awestruck during Cirque Dream Holidaze this weekend as I did watching the stage. She must have said all wide-eyed, "Come on. You're kidding me!" at least a dozen times. Her favorite act: the lithe aerialists who flew effortlessly through the air in tandem in their matching flowing skirts resembling birds more than women. The smile didn't leave her face nor the amazement her eyes for the duration of the performance. I could literally see her growing wings of her own, realizing the freedom to fly, sensing her ability to soar.

I cannot count how many times she thanked me for taking her to see the Cirque. She is so filled with gratitude. What a gift it is to realize those that are your's at the tender age of six. She has deep roots for such a young-sprung shoot and is tethered tightly to this family...this life. Her's is a heart tender and true. Often she asks if I'm OK if I sigh or fail to smile fast enough. Sometimes I'm sure she must be an empath so sensitive is she to other's feeings...family, friends, animals, complete strangers. She was inconsolably stricken and sobbing at the end of Because of Winn-Dixie during this weekend's movie night. The story had a happy ending, but she couldn't shake the sadness. It had taken its hold of her and without warning she was grieving for every lost pet. Every motherless daughter.

Hearing her cry hurts my heavy heart. Her laugh...full bodied and infused with joy...makes me feel lighter. When she sings, it sounds like angels even if it's the likes of Lady Gaga or new favorite, Taio Cruz. Rare are the times I've heard her speak bitterly to others (and almost all of those terse exchanges involved her brother). She's a faithful friend, a loving little sister, a cherished child, our glorious girl...a gift from God.