My goodness, Eleanor, you are a mini me. I used to pray for a girly girl who I could have tea parties with....but I always imagined it would be further down the road. By the time you were a year old, you were carrying a little espresso cup like it was your coffee cup. And now, you'll sit and take tea and wear an apron, and just be deliciously girly.
I cannot wait to read Little Women, Anne of Green Gables and a whole variety of other novels set back in a time where childhood lasted until adulthood. I can't wait to share secrets and teach you to cook (you already like to help, and have been aiding my baking for months now). And hopefully I can teach you to sew and knit and crochet and just be a strong little woman.
I think that strength does lie in being a woman. Not trying to be like men, but instead reveling in your femininity. Men need us, and we can lead as easily as they do.
So, little one, who likes to brush her hair and wear big hats and shoes, you are more than I could have ever dreamed of. And no matter who you become, I love you.
