Who is She?

Who is She?

She is the preschooler who went to town in

her favorite nightgown, boots

and beads.

She is the 3-year old tumbler who

had a broken zipper—the one

that was suppose to “zip her lip.”

She is the four-year old who told everyone she looked like her dad,

and then promptly pulled her hair up to reveal her forehead.

She is the redhead who

always answered, “from God” when asked, “Where did you get your red

hair?”

She is the ballerina, tap dancer and

tumbler who would put on a

show in the parking lot at the

grocery store.

She is the reader who can

recite every line of Madeline

—her red headed hero.

She is the frilly dressed girl who sat by the front door on Super Bowl Sunday waiting

on Ed McMahon and the Prize Parade to arrive

with her 2-million dollars

because – “We are finalists!”

She is the eight-year old

bookworm who read every book

in sight and would choose the

bookstore over McDonalds.

She is the nine-year old who took art

lessons and would not sell her “cat picture” even when offered $200 because she

only had one and she painted it for her

family.

She is the biker who took until dark to learn how to ride

without training wheels, only to get stitches in her lip when

she tried to show everyone how she could ride.

She is the eleven-year old who helped start the “tutoring trio” for

first graders learning to read.

She is the fourth grader who lost

her “sports bra” in the hallway at school, only to

have it found by her teacher, did I say male teacher?

She is the twelve-year old who liked

playing softball, even if her dadwas the coach.

She is the sister who wanted to “mother” her

younger brother, only to be too

kind hearted for his temper tantrums.

She is the junior high girl who

wanted a prom dress for her first dance, even if her

mom wouldn’t buy it for her.

She is the daughter who wouldn’t clean her room but got

her first paying job as a “housekeeper” only to reply—“They

obviously don’t check references.”

She is the apple of her father’s eye—and has been

for 18 years.

She is the granddaughter of grandparents who have a sign on their fridge that reads, “redheads

are the most beautiful.”

She is the graduate and daughter that we are proud of.

She is Jenna.

…you are my sunshine, my only sunshine…love you

--mom