Honey Pie

Viola Honey.

My goodness, I love this girl.  She bites and hits and still gives the kind of hugs that have her breathing soft breaths into your neck. She screams for the words she doesn't know and wraps her lips roundly around the ones she has managed to gather in her pockets. She travels the world with her blankie and always jumps from the highest places she can reach.

There is no such thing as a demure picture of my favorite little ragamuffin. She seems to know that life is already moving quickly. I think in her world - one full of heights still untouched and knees still unscraped - there will be very little time for many lady like poses.

For her, I wouldn't have it any other way.