Her beautiful stories made me laugh and cry, and I couldn't stop reading her insightful perspectives on life. Afterall, she's only twelve, but she writes like she's a mature eighteen. I was never as good as she. Never. And I can't believe she's mine.
P.S. Did I mention she's helped herself to my diary? I think we're even now, but I do realize that my eye-for-an-eye rational is deadly. I won't read her journal again. promise. Plus, this isn't her "real" journal.
P.P.S Did I mention that Mi Amor was invited to the White House? For reals. More about that next week.
**She just got home and said, "Moms are never to read their daughters' diaries, but I don't mind if you read mine. Just ask first."