She isn’t still often. When she is, she surprises me.

She likes to read. She has started to read the stories she knows aloud. I love listening when she thinks no one is. So sweet. I love when she reads “Click, Clack, Moo.”

I never see her sit as still as when she gets her toes done. This was from before church last Sunday. She, no lie, does not move while I paint her tiny toenails. Then she waves them dry. Oh, I love her!