So yesterday, I had the chance to snap a few pictures of my oldest, Trinity. If I believed in the possibility of someone being "bipolar" this child would fit the mold. Before church, I brought her clothes down to the living room, began to dress her as she is flailing her hands and feet in the air exclaiming "I don't wanna go to church!" Well little miss tt, until you are 18 years old, unfortunately for you, mommy and daddy make those decisions. As a wise man once said "that went over like a screen door in a submarine."
After about 10 minutes of fighting, kicking and screaming she finally decided to give in. She was finally dressed, her hair was brushed, her headband was in and her flip flops were on. She stands up, runs to the middle of the living room floor begins to throw her hands into the air, jumping up and down as if there were a giant trampoline under her feet, dancing and singing "I'm going to chuuuurch, I'm going to chuuuuurch.." As her tiny little 32 lb body hops up and down wiggling right to left. I LOVE watching her sing and dance, throwing her arms out like she is an airplane swinging around in circles in the middle of the living room floor screaming "watch mommy! my dress works!" For those of you that know her, know that this means her dress will fly out as she is spinning around the living room floor. She is so graceful, it's as if she is a mini angel and her wings are gliding her through the living room dancing, jumping, spinning. Her tiny locks of red hair swinging side to side, bouncing up and down.
A couple of these pictures I snapped while we were still living in North Carolina, it was as if GOD had placed the backdrop there just for us.....
