She

She
Is the fairest one of the bunch
Was my first child, in many ways.  Poor girl.
Has followed in some of my footsteps, but blazed her own trail though them
Making some much wiser decisions than I did
Knows herself better at 23, than I feel like I know myself at 32

I
held her as a newborn
each night as my mom prepared dinner
gladly changed her old-school cloth diapers with big pins and plastic pants
was her second mother, much to her chagrin as she got older
am proud of who she is and who she is becoming

She blogs
I read
And am inspired, challenged and amused.
I think she needs to keep it up.
My favorite recent post.

Give her some comment love!  (and maybe a suggestion for a new title)