We dance at the grocery store in front of the piano player, pretend at the grove that we are at a ball and dance and twirl in our beautiful pretend gowns. We have coronations where we play Pomp and Circumstance on the iphone and march around the living room while I carry her train. We cook and clean
together, tea parties are the norm. Penny lets me hold her for quiet time, no naps for a big girl, but she manages to fall asleep in my arms. She imitates the way I walk, which is hysterical, and has a big crush on Grandpa. Penny fills our lives with pure love and joy.
Happy Birthday Penny, with all our love forever.