Sassypants

There's a little girl who lives in our house. We call her Sassypants. Sassypants is bossy and stubborn and has enough attitude to fill a small country. She knows what she wants and she isn't afraid to say it. A brother approaches and takes her toy, she screams with shrill screams heard miles away. She climbs away to the top of the swingset, alone in her sassy world, unaffected by the swords and clammoring beneath her. She is sassy and wild and often joins the boys in their adventures, but when she's had enough, it's clear and she finds her own entertainment, often telling adults what to do or speaking her own imaginary language. She names her dolls names like "pail" or "Jenesay" or "Scottas".

I honestly have NO idea where this little girl came from, constantly wanting her nails painted, serving tea and cake and pancakes to each and every person that walks through our door, ordering a story to be read, twirling and spinning as music comes on, toppling over from dizziness.

No idea where she came from, but I LOVE her, every part of her, the scowls, the sass, the stink faces, the squeals of delight, the girl who hates to be tickled but loves to be hugged. I LOVE this girl. She is my daughter, my gift from the Lord, brought into our family by the miracle of adoption....and she's sure to tell you that, too "I came from Korea. I was adopted. My name's from Australia."

And really, she's not Sassypants afterall, she's my Addie.