Oh my dear Daphne, full of spunk and sass and a bit of sugar and spice.
It's hard sharing attention with a baby brother and she struggles with feeling left out.
She needs to know that I love being her mama, even when we're having a hard day. Especially when we're having a hard day, because no one could love her as much as I do.
We've started having hymn sings. We sit at the piano and play and sing. It's good for my sight-reading skills as she always manages to pick the few unfamiliar hymns that I don't know.
"This is a good one!" she says.
We always do the regulars too: "Angels We Have Heard on High," "While Shepherds Watch Their Flocks," "It Is Well," and "How Great Thou Art."
She needs it and I need it.
Just us girls.