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Who is She?. Who is She?. She is the preschooler who went to town in her favorite nightgown, boots and beads. She is the 3-year old tumbler who had a broken zipper—the one that was suppose to “zip her lip.”. She is the four-year old who told everyone she looked like her dad,
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She is the preschooler who went to town in her favorite nightgown, boots and beads.
She is the 3-year old tumbler who had a broken zipper—the one that was suppose to “zip her lip.”
She is the four-year old who told everyone she looked like her dad, and then promptly pulled her hair up to reveal her forehead.
She is the redhead who always answered, “from God” when asked, “Where did you get your red hair?”
She is the ballerina, tap dancer and tumbler who would put on a show in the parking lot at the grocery store.
She is the reader who can recite every line of Madeline—her red headed hero.
She is the frilly dressed girl who sat by the front door on Super Bowl Sunday waiting on Ed McMahon and the Prize Parade to arrive with her 2-million dollars because – “We are finalists!”
She is the eight-year old bookworm who read every book in sight and would choose the bookstore over McDonalds.
She is the nine-year old who took art lessons and would not sell her “cat picture” even when offered $200 because she only had one and she painted it for her family.
She is the biker who took until dark to learn how to ride without training wheels, only to get stitches in her lip when she tried to show everyone how she could ride.
She is the eleven-year old who helped start the “tutoring trio” for first graders learning to read.
She is the fourth grader who lost her “sports bra” in the hallway at school, only to have it found by her teacher, did I say male teacher?
She is the twelve-year old who liked playing softball, even if her dadwas the coach.
She is the sister who wanted to “mother” her younger brother, only to be too kind hearted for his temper tantrums.
She is the junior high girl who wanted a prom dress for her first dance, even if her mom wouldn’t buy it for her.
She is the daughter who wouldn’t clean her room but got her first paying job as a “housekeeper” only to reply—“They obviously don’t check references.”
She is the apple of her father’s eye—and has been for 18 years.
She is the granddaughter of grandparents who have a sign on their fridge that reads, “redheads are the most beautiful.”
