She slays me.
Seriously. She does.
On their birthdays, each monkey gets to choose what they want for dinner.
Monkey Girl wanted baked macaroni and cheese.
I love that.
I love that she pauses to carefully consider her wish before blowing out her candles.
I love that she reads every word of every card before opening her presents…without being told to do so.
Yet, most of all, I love…
…that she is just as excited after the seventeenth book she opens…
…as she was for the first book she opens…
…and that to her…
…books are worth their weight in gold.
