I have never really thought about my writings or rantings as anything special, but I found her reading my old postings today asking me why I didn't write more again...so this one is for her.

I'm ever so glad about the gap between my first and last child. This puts her brother at 19, almost 20. He's past the stage of Mommy hugs and playtime. I would have been awfully lonely at this stage if it were not for sweet little Caroline.

I consider myself lucky to be woken up by a bouncing, giggling, silly child most every morning...one that I often find camped out on the floor next to the bed before I can even get my teeth brushed every night. She always waits for me. It never makes me grumpy. It makes me smile. We do really silly things like make up infomercials, musicals, and put on, "The Big Momma Show"....all from our studio on top of the covers. My husband thinks we are incredibly zany. This dear child makes me laugh...and that laughter we share is worth every second, very memory.

I was watching her ride her little purple bike this afternoon thinking how quickly time passes. Her brother was off driving to a college lunch..her older sister just got her permit and was anxious to go just about anywhere...and then there was Caroline, content on her imaginary journey to the mountains. I would have done that. In fact, I did once upon a time.

Caroline still manages to manipulate her diet into mainly consisting of chicken nuggets, pizza, or mac and cheese...just like I used to. She talks to her stuffed animals and sings to herself a lot..just like I did. Most days her hair is a mangled mess within an hour, and she tends to mismatch her clothes in the oddest of ways...I knew a girl like that. Caroline won't let anything get past her..she questions, she is ambitious, theatrical, she dances without needing music....it's like looking back in time. She's a sensitive little soul, just like me. Could there be any greater gift in this world then a child? I have been blessed to have three. And I am writing this to my Caroline to always remind her that NOTHING is more important then she is. Yea, I should be washing up, doing laundry or bills...but I'm watching her slide down the banister of the stairs trying not to peek over my shoulder for the millionth time...and what could be better?