Daughter

When I’m done with my work week and I come home, my daughter never fails to greet me at the bottom of the stairway when I walk through the door!  She’s so excited to see me!  She tells me how much she’s missed me all week and can’t wait to catch up on all the week’s events.  She has limited speech, but I understand her completely.  She smiles at me with her big, brown eyes and then hurriedly walks up the stairway with me.  I can hardly put my bags down when she immediately wants hugs and kisses.  After a brief exchange of affection, I tell her to let me put my things down and out of the way, then I’ll be right back.  I tell you, this girl hardly has any patience. Who am I kidding, she has NO patience!!  I sometimes feel like I’m being scolded by her, you know, by the tone and pitch of her voice.  She acts like the world should evolve around her and her alone.  Girls.  Can’t live with them.  Can’t live without them.

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By the way, did I mention my daughter has four legs and is almost eleven years old?  She’s my only daughter, and I love her very much!! 😀

(Trying to avoid getting her picture taken)