Of course, I may be bias.

Nah, I am not bias.  She is beautiful.  My 11 1/2 year old.  The 1/2 is important, ya know.

She texts and Facebooks, a lot.

 A LOT.

She plays softball.  She's on the swim team.  She's a girl scout.

She's funny.  She can be very thoughtful.  She's sarcastic.

She is has my nose and my hands, she has her father's eyes and his coloring.  Sometimes when she is telling me a story she reminds me of him.

She sometimes fights with me, as I once did with my own mother.  It gives me faith that one day she and I will be friends, but for now...I am her mother.  Period.

I love watching this young lady grow and become a more beautiful person.

She is my buggy girl.  I love her.