
Bekah. The middle child. The easy-going daughter. The ham.

Bekah is one of the most intelligent people I know. I'm getting a glimpse of what Josh must have been like at 3, quietly soaking in life and occasionally making clever, often witty, comments on life. And learning by osmosis. I'm so jealous.

She likes to be the polar opposite of Jasmine. So when Jasmine decided she adored pink, Bekah chose blue. She prefers pants and shorts, while Jasmine won't wear anything but dresses and skirts. She likes anything Jasmine claims to hate (scary movies, lettuce, dogs).
She has two volumes (one up from Jasmine's loud); almost-hearable and too-loud-to-understand.
And I can't imagine loving her more than I do right now.

No comments:
Post a Comment