My Lovely Ava

My Ava, you are something to behold; a little girl that takes time to smell the flowers and pick them too. You dance like nobody's watching, laughing as you throw your head back to perform your ballerina twirls.  You make up your own songs and sing at the top of your lungs.

Your style is something to behold, hair gloriously awry, with corkscrew curls that escape from your catawampus ponytail. You insist on wearing your frilly, flowery dress, but the outfit is not complete without the aqua blue goggles sitting on top of your head. Of course there are the butterfly wings, strapped over your blanket cape, with a pretty bag for your pixie dust hanging from your neck.  A light up watch. A flower pinned in your hair. A little girl’s cockeyed couture, you own the look. 

You love bubbles, books, kitty cats and you are fascinated by the stars and the moon. You are a true water baby, at home with your spade and bucket on the beach. You love packing your bag, with the anticipation of the adventures to come.  You love to be outside, sliding, swinging and bouncing where you can. A big plate of sushi will bring a smile to your face, as will an icing topped piece of birthday cake.

Your sun kissed, olive skin is silk to the touch and you smell like sunshine, cinnamon cupcakes and fresh honeydew. 

My lovely Ava, these are just a few of the reasons that I love you.