Dear Quinn ~
If I could only use one word to describe you, it would be loud.
You are rarely quiet. We went shoreline fishing last weekend and I could hear your voice echo. Loud. You talk loudly. You sing loudly. You imagine loudly. You cry loudly. You scream loudly.
Loud.
And when you aren’t around your silence is loud.
We try to hush you. Quiet you. It never works. So sometimes, I don’t. Then I sit in wonder at those who may judging our little family and our little spit fire. What they don’t see in those moments, is how funny you are. Silly and strong. Determined.
I imagine it must be more of a challenge for you being the youngest. Trying to figure out who you are while following in the steps of two older sisters. I’m sure at age 5 you don’t even know that it’s a challenge, but that day is coming. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it isn’t and won’t be a challenge for you at all. I mean, you are a pretty sure and confident girl as it is. Despite two older sisters blazing a trail for you…. perhaps you will just go ahead and blaze your own.
I bet you do.
I bet you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Mama loves you Quinner.
Love Mama.
