I have two children.
She's my heart.
I have understood her completely every day of her life. I gave birth to her, looked at her and knew her.
Sometimes she looks like this.
She's my worrier. She's probably thinking that right now, somewhere in the world is a kitty who needs help. Or a flower which needs to be watered. Or an ant that is about to be stepped on.
She's like this a lot too. Her sister, who is my soul, makes Rebecca laugh and smile like this every single day. They are quite a team.
You all need to know that I have no idea where that hair came from. Rebecca's bad hair days look a lot like my good hair days. It boggles my brains.
If it's wrong to envy your eleven year old daughters hair then DON'T TELL ME. I don't want to know.