Sometimes I wonder...

...how I got this girl
Who:

scarfs down multiple bowls of salad daily
is entertained for hours with puzzles
says pants are for when we go to the mountains
dances shamelessly whenever and wherever she hears music
begs to be video taped
has golden wisps and bright blue eyes
kisses her cat
can't wait to help clean the bathroom
taught herself how to navigate Netflix
will not go to bed if she hasn't done her "homework" yet
begs to watch State Fair, Oklahoma and Seven Brides For Seven Brothers
can't wait for Sunbeams and Family Home Evening each week
applies lip gloss constantly and perfectly
accuses me of "sabotaging" her with a chimichanga
says her waist hurts when she needs to go #2
gets on her knees to pray in the night when she's scared
refers to her brown boots as "mean and nasty"
carries on meaningful conversations with adults
would rather eat Special K than Fruit Loops
knows each and every step of the reloading process
points out anyone who isn't dressed modest
is offended if the wash cloths aren't left for her to fold and put away

And then I remember...Heavenly Father knows everything. I'm so lucky. I love this girl. She's my opposite. She's my best friend. She's the best example. She's good. She's pure. She is adventurous. She's my little helper. She's creative. She's smart. She's brave. She's compassionate. And best of all....she's MINE.