You are the blue in the sky,
You are the purple in my eye,
You are the pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty butterfly.
You are the brown in the sky when I am playing football.
Oh Lord, I think you are a good idea.
So she takes after me in the lyric comprehension (and creative rewriting of lyrics) department.
And she takes after my dad in hand guestures. I watched him preach for 18 years and he holds his hands like that, oh, say 80% of the time. Love to see him in her.

The after party with friend and neighbor, Mia.

A budding architect like Daddy showing off her city.

Here she is with her teachers, Miss Mary and Miss Teri. Miss Mary received an award for 25 years of service that night. Amazing.

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