Middlest

That middle child. Where does one begin?? She is so affectionate, so sweet and kind and wears her heart on her sleeve. She is broken hearted at the slightest thing, and passionately loves her family. She sees beauty in nature and simple things that the others bypass. That middle child is also highly volatile, insanely messy, short tempered, and ends up in the most trouble. She swings from glass half full to glass half empty in a second. She's very extreme, and has been right from the beginning - picture the new mother wheeling that hospital bassinette up and down the ward halls in the wee hours with the tantruming newborn. Good times.  The girl is extreme. Extremely beautiful in so many ways, extremely hard work in so many ways. The middlest. A constant puzzle yet a delight.

One of her sweet things is to leave little love notes for us all around. Just this week she made a hollow cupcake out of playdough. The top icing part of the cupcake was not attached to the base and acted as a lid. She left her creation on the kitchen counter with a note that said 'open'. I lifted the 'lid' or the top section of the cupcake and inside was a tiny note about how much she loves us. Yes, she is heart warming.  She is particularly attached to her Dad (who is particularly attached to her), and this little note was found on his bedside table one evening.  She wasn't too happy when she saw this layout scrapped because 'that note was for Dad to keep! Not to go in my scrap album!!'  Hopefully one day she'll be okay with the fact that I borrowed it for this layout. I love scrapping their original work like this - it's been a long time since I scrapped such stuff.

PS. Really should have taken a photo of that playdoh cup cake - it was all green, but it was gorgeous! Might ask her to re-make for me this weekend.