Being near the ocean makes her happy. Lakes and rivers are an acceptable substitute, but she likes the wind that blows in over the surf, and the roar of the waves, and how tiny the shoreline makes her feel.Although her bright blue eyes changed their minds at age six and turned green, her love of cats remains the same.
She likes to curl up under the arm of someone she trusts to protect her from bad stuff, like wolves, or mean people.
She believes that if you are going to ignore the wisdom of whole grains and dine on Wonder Bread, it is more interesting to eat when first rolled into litttle balls of dough.
I hope she sticks around for awhile. I kind of forgot how easy it is to make her happy. She is good company, and does not ask for much more than love, forgiveness when she messes up, someone to laugh at her jokes and kiss her owies when she falls down and cries about it.
She thinks pigtails are the best. She is proud of her freckles. She loves spontaneous hugs, and her ability to make people laugh. She is proud of that, too.
She believes in things not everyone can see, like magic, and souls who know each other through lifetimes, and she also will keep a secret for you, if you need one kept. She knows some wonderful ones.
Oh, and cupcakes. With frosting. And sprinkles. The rainbow kind. Pretty sure she will share...