Caetie

She's tough. She's got her own style. If you disrespect her, she will call you on it and make sure you know how it makes her feel.

She's girlie. She likes ribbons and lacy things and pretty pink and blue and purple things. She likes making "Gecko Lickies"...those pony bead lizards? They are cute.

Then I turn around and she is in Mike or J or her father's face about SOMETHING, anything. Stands her ground.

She knows how she wants to be treated and damned if you don't want to treat her that way.
It's taken me 34 years to figure out how I want and need to be treated and I am still not as eloquent as her.

She's a pixie in combat boots.

She's a tweener--BIG TIME! She loves "hanging out". Loves music, making it and listening to it.

It amazes me how beautiful and strong and smart she is. She came from me. I didn't know I had such perfection inside me.

She makes me laugh. She makes me cry. She freaks me out. She laughs at me. She's silly and happy and emotional and hormonal and girlie and rock hard tomboy. She likes to play and make and create and dream.

She's going to be a horror movie writer/director. She's going to make me a star in them. I get to fall in a hole. I am saving space on my "mantle" for her awards.

She's loud and beautiful. She's obnoxious and knows it. She's outspoken and not afraid to back it up.

She's eleven. I can't wait to see what twelve brings.