Still Little

There are times within most days that I think she's just getting so grown up...

She's my sous chef, my fashion consultant, and now knows more lyrics to top music 40 than I do. 

But there are other times that she is still my Little.  

She ended her day asking to read a children's novel we've been reading together (published in 1950), while snuggling her most favorite Boomer the Koala.

I was reminded that there's still time for the innocent, the wholesome, and the lovely to win the day.  That's the best and coziest feeling...

Sorry rainy, cold, Monday...we beat ya today!