She's brilliant, just like her aunt.

Once upon a time, there was a little red-haired girl that completely stole my heart. I loved her the minute I set eyes on her the day she was born.

L, now 5 years old, asked me to tell her a secret yesterday. I am fresh out of secrets appropriate to tell a 5-year-old, so I whispered in her ear that I love her.

L's response: "That's not a secret. You tell me you love me all the time and I'm so sick of it."

She's going to be buckets of fun in 10 years.

Her little sister, C, started counting for me yesterday.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, twenty!"

I told her good job. She's brilliant, just like her aunt.