My Not So Girly Baby Girl...

I try really hard to make you girly.  I truly do....

 My mom tried to make me girly.... It didn't work.
 I spent a lot of time, as a matter of fact, trying NOT to be girly.
 T-shirts, jeans, and flip flops were the only wardrobe I knew.
That is until I met your dad
I decided if I wanted to catch him I'd have to try a little harder.
And so I did, but it took great effort!

So, I completely understand when you kick off your pink converse shoes, and yank the pig tales (that took me 25 minutes to fix) down and rub your head, frizzing your hair like a wild woman.  I completely get it when you walk through the door after church yanking at your tights and skirt and shirt until you are completely bare.  I feel your pain, when you frown that just like me frown as I attempt to comb, dry, and style your unruly locks.  Because you my child, are just like me. No question about it.  

You are your mother's child....I see myself in you each day.(Minus the long beautiful fingers with the long beautiful nails.)  You are with out a doubt the most beautiful of all the fair princesses in all the land.  I only hope that you will find your handsome prince, and live happily ever after.  (Messy hair and all)