Brooklyn. She’s the type of child you call “a pistol.” She’s
the type of kid you look at and say, “I wish I had the amount of energy she has
in just her thumb.” She is always moving, and sometimes she moves so fast you
can’t see what happens in between point A and point B. It’s like some kind of
special movie effect. She never stops singing and dancing. Right now it’s the
song from Frozen. Let it go, Let it go… There’s a part in the movie where (is
it Elsa?) stomps her foot and the ground turns to ice… Brooklyn does that stomp
with such gusto – all over the house. She does jazz hands. Nobody ever taught
her jazz hands. Today (and everyday) she picks out her outfits. Most times I’m
pretty impressed. She definitely can coordinate with the best of ‘em. She
worked this ensemble around the scarf her big cousin Lauren gave her
yesterday. She is very proud of herself, and I can’t help but be happy when I
see her.
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