You are my fruititarian. There's not a fruit you've met that you haven't loved. You rotate who takes on the leading role, but they all have a turn.
It was strawberry time, so we headed to a strawberry farm.
With a bucket in hand, you took off sauntering down the aisles. Never more than 3 or 4 strawberries full, the rest filled your cheeks and covered your shirt.
I could not stop staring at you.
Not just because you looked like you had just slaughtered a live animal, but because I was staring at a little girl.
I'm constantly amazed at how frequently you change and grow. Your hair's getting longer. You share stories and can talk about your day now. But I'll have these moments where it all hits me at once.
Standing in those strawberry fields was one of those times.
I kept telling your dad, 'Look at her! Just look at that little girl!'
My funny, kind-hearted, spirited little girl.
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