I love my daughter. When I cry she brings me tissue and helps me wipe my nose. When I am thinking about stuff she can tell what it is by my eyes. When we drive in the car she is proud to hold my hand. She isnt too big to love to snuggle with me till she falls asleep with her punkin head on my chest. She's a pain in my keister, but the love of my life....and when I really need her she is always there for me. I am honored to have such a sweet and tender creature in my life.