My Sweet.
My Love.
My Little One.
My Joy.
My Heart.
My Youngest One.
My Smile.
My Tears.
My Heartache.
My Worry.
My Growing One.
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This is my youngest one. The one who is making my gray hair grayer. The one with the boundless energy and the one whom trouble manages to find. She is my little buddy, my little lookalike and my husband’s little princess. She is my artist, my drawer and these are the eyes within.
Appearing Closer 
An observant pair of eyes is a grand thing indeed to find in a drawer of this perspicacity. How very lovely. 🙂
Perspicacity is such a lovely word, Katherine, just as its user is! Thank you, on my daughter’s behalf, for the sweet compliment. xo