I love my little girl.
I love how much she wants to learn.
I love how much she interacts with me and her little brother.
I love how she tries to emulate me by trying to help me.
She is such an amazing little girl, and I am so grateful to watch her earnest and honest heart in watching her think that she is helping me.
Sometimes she makes a mess, but truly think that she's helping me.
She helps me by doing her own gardening.
She helps me by feeding her little brother.
She helps me by decorating cookies,
and licking the batter from the cakes she helps me make.
She helps me by "organizing" all of my "cards."
I don't know why, but she really loves cards and loves to organize and arrange them. She feels that she is helping me through all of her "arranging and rearranging."
She helps me by trying to do the dishes.
This particular time I had just come downstairs from putting Marco down for a nap and I asked Lily what she was doing. Her response, "Making a mess."
She helps me by taking my books and reading them to me.
She helps me by going shopping for me (or taking cans from food storage and loading them into her toy car).
She helps me by "building towers" which will, in turn, organize items in the garage.
She helps me by playing the piano teaching me to play the piano.
Most of the time her help is more of a nuisance than an actual help. However, there are times where she really is such an angel and makes life so much easier for me.
Times where my hands are tied up in changing a diaper and she brings me a new diaper, or wipes, that I've run out of.
Times I can't leave Marco's bath, so she brings me his towel.
Times that I ask her to throw away diapers, tissues, or any other objects that I'm not able to take to the trash can.
Times that I need her to love, or entertain, her brother so that I can leave the room without him noticing.
The more she understands, the more she is able to help me and make life so much easier for me. She really is such a good little girl and I'm so grateful that I got this little gem who helps me and makes me proud. I am so lucky and sometimes I don't recognize this enough, or take it for granted. Dear Lily... in case I don't tell you enough, "Thank you. I love you."

