My baby girl is four. Some how four year have flown by really quickly. She rushed into the world, with no help from anyone, not waiting for the doctor, at 3:18am on Tuesday, May 10, 2011, she hasn’t slowed down yet.
Brookland is my beautiful wildflower. She dances to the tune of her own
drum singing. People are always saying how they can’t believe what a loud voice she has for such a little body, and I always respond with “this is her quiet”.
She is always loud. She’s fast moving. She’s a tiny ball of energy.
She is always singing. She has been singing or humming herself to sleep since she was six months old.
But when she cries, she screams, because the world just doesn’t seem fair.
She is always singing, and a happy, loved child sings. So I must be doing something right.