I was asked today how my littles got their animal nicknames… my Monkey, my Bear, my Lion & my Tiger… my sweet little zoo…
Well, allow me to begin by introducing my Monkey. She’s the one who started it all. Before we knew if we were having a boy or a girl, I could feel her flipping about in my belly and started affectionately referring to her as my Monkey… The moment she could crawl, she could climb and has never stopped. She loves gymnastics and that petite little thing is all muscle. She climbs and flips and swings and every day she lives up to that Monkey nickname…
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But she is so much more as well. She is kind and compassionate, intuitive and intelligent. She loves hard and expects perfection in herself. She melts down completely if she thinks she has let us down. She is sweet and loving and just everything a mother could want in an oldest child. She is my right hand and my rock. She notices when I am upset and works to comfort me. I truly cannot imagine life without my Monkey…
XOXO
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