My sweet cheeky baby, Viola. The girl who still, at 5 years old now, smears food all over her face (and in perfectly white blonde hair) to get a rise. The reason I have 6 different stain removers on monthly order. The tickle scratch begging, drum beating, soul singing, food snob... who’s favorite bev is (NA) dark 🍻 beer. Paired with the motto “Bread, meats and treats” anywhere we go. The girl who, as a baby, would tell me “that’s enough mommy” when I sang her lullabies, only to want to sing them to herself. With no separation or pause between her feelings and her self expression, she wears her heart on every sleeve. I see so much of every generation of my family in her, even the naughty bits, which I obviously love the most. Because they’re wrapped perfectly in a heap of empathy, love and kindness, every time. My pedal to the metal cuddle bug who knows no bounds, no limits until it’s time to sleep; which she will happily do anywhere, anytime. My last baby, who rushed her way into our world on the tails of her older sister (born literally 51 weeks after) bc the only plan she cares about is her own. Refuses to wear any shoe besides a platform thong, a cowboy boot or a leather Maryjane (shoutout @lacoquetakids ). A style theory I’ve since adopted myself. To know you is to love you and *truly* knowing you is the biggest blessing. Happy fifth vita pita. 💘