elly. me. daughter. mother. a bond unlike any other. she is half of my flesh, smarts, and spirit. how is it then that she is so unlike me? like me-but unlike me. likes: wearing skirts, talking all day on the phone, puttering around on the computer, addicted to all boots, in love with handbags-wallets-purses. unlikes: ok not so many i can think of. but the odd part-----i'm in to all things pink and girly-NOW. never before! it took giving birth to my beautiful baby girl to get to that point. how is it then that she has already spanned my 20odd years of existence? does that too pass through the birth canal? no other mother mentioned it? are we born to how we should be-lose our ground and then spend the rest of our life attempting to get back to whence we started? ugh. too deep for a supposed to be two minute blog. i guess our Father just knew exactly what i needed to make me into the woman i need to be. and that was none other than my pink toenailed, tutu wearing, phone touting, pigtailed daughter.
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