She is 2ft High and I call her Bells

She has curly blond hair that is grouped in misshapen clusters. It is like dozens of tiny bells hanging from her head. I try pushing them up out of her eyes. However, I can't resist ruffling her mess of curls back and forth with the palm of my hand. I love the way her fine silk like hair feels between my fingers. Her pale skin augments her dirty blond hair and her brown eyes are set like jewels in a marble statue.

I see her standing with those tiny lips agape and I ask; "Little girl what wonder has caught you by the toes this time?"

It is her; simply being her.

She reminds me of a person on an expedition; fully equipped and fully funded. In one hand she drags her mother's pocket book to the door saying "bye...see you later....bye" In the other hand my car keys. It is remarkable that she makes it to the door, at all, wearing her mother's shoes and pearls draped over her head.

She loves to climb into small enclosed places in our home. I often find her under a bed, behind a couch, or inside a cabinet drawer. She has a daring and adventurous spirit. She attempts to stand in places a child shouldn't stand and walk were children aren't suppose to walk. She will grab "things" little children are not suppose to grab and run when running is unwarranted, dangerous, or forbidden. I simply love her for those traits. Through my relationship with her I will encourage her to develop her adventourous spirit. Like me, she leaps and then looks.

Sweetheart, if you do not live a dangerous life then why do you need a captain?
Become a person that blindly follows God.

You have shown me the path to life, and you make me glad by being near to me. Sitting at your right side, I will always be joyful
Psa 16:11