Blue Eyed Honey

There is a little girl I know who can hold a staring contest like no other. She is made up of spitfire and chocolate and dreams in black and white.

If you were to look up the definition of energy you'd find a sketch of this particular child barreling towards you, her whole being screaming for attention. She does nothing halfheartedly, which makes for some interesting moments. It also means that the it has become music to my ears to hear a robust 'MIASNANA!!!!' being screamed across a yard or the church sanctuary.

We had an interesting time getting to the friendship zone but now I don't think I could get rid of her if I wanted to. Miss Fiona has stolen a huge chunk of my heart and refuse to tell me where she hid it (typical).

She's my lil' ble eyed honey child. I wouldn't trade her for the world.