Maggie just turned seven.
Here goes:
I named you Margaret, after my grandma. She was always violently opposed to "Maggie" as a nickname. But somehow, it just seemed to fit you, Maggie. In my head, Margaret is my grandma, and Maggie is my little girl. Grandma, I hope you understand.
You love babies. When Loch was a tiny little crawling boy, you hurt yourself somehow, and we found you both on the bed crying. You had decided you wanted to cuddle him so you would feel better, and he disagreed.
You were so excited to have Cora for our new little baby. For weeks after she was born, I would wake up with you standing by the side of the bed, just looking at her with a huge smile on your face. You love to hold her and play with her. She will play with you longer than any of the other younger kids in our family.
You are tiny. In our family of hobbit children, even.
You are very serious. It's hard to get you to show affection if you don't feel like it. Since you got it from me, I do understand.
You are photogenic. You love the camera and it loves you back. We have tons of pictures of you with a perfect smile and dainty pose.
You are strawberry blond, with a teeny bit of henna help. The first time I did henna on your hair, I left it in a little too long, and it was ORANGE. Your teacher this year told me that last year you hadn't ever said a word to her, but on that day you bounced up to her and said: "My mom tie-dyed my hair!"
You are the girl that broke my pink phobia. You love to look girly. When in doubt, I can always make you happy with something pink and fluffy or sparkly.
Toby overheard this a couple of years ago: While you were all playing, Hollis mentioned that Pluto was no longer considered a planet. You blurted out incredulously, "WHAT?!?"
You're a wee bit morbid. Once you asked if we could listen to "Dead Puppies" because you just saw a dead dog on the road.
Oh, man. Those little orange cat-eye glasses slay me every time I look at you. They go so perfectly with your round earnest little face and big tilted blue eyes.
Maggie you're sweet and funny and quietly complicated. You're a super-smart girl who loves to help out, and I'm glad we have you. You also give your mom strength to know that very fussy babies grow up into really awesome kids.
