There are days when I hardly recognize this girl - when I carry her outside into the snow from our play-date, kicking and screaming, coatless and bootless, and in the spinning and delirious vortex of a melt-down.  And then on the exact same day, she zips up her jacket by herself, puts her dirty dishes in the sink after supper, reads quietly before bed, and turns her own light off.  She is in the crux of growth and blossoming before my eyes, even when all I feel are the growing pains.  I love you my sweet and perplexing girl.