Dear Quinn ~
You are my spirited child.
You are my funny girl.
You are stubborn and sure.
You still melt into my arms when you are tired or sick.
5:00 pm hockey practise is still just a bit too much for you.
You fell asleep on the bus after school on the first day back after Christmas.
I sighed, because, well yes. You are still my baby.
Mama loves you, Quinn.
Love Mama.