This is the girl who comes home with 9 bottles of unsweetened cranberry concentrate because 1. it was on sale and 2. if we ever get bladder infections we will be prepared.
This is the girl who calls me ‘mushroom-shrimp’ in public.
This is the girl who finds out our new house has a 1 foot by 3 foot fish pond and says, “Perfect. Now we can get ducks!’
This is the girl who gets really upset with me when I buy green grapes in December because “They. Are. Not. In. Season!
This is the girl who signs us up for a 9 hour goat cheese making class that requires an eleven hour drive to and from.
This is the girl that assures me I could never be a plus size model… because I am too short.
This is the girl who believes that kale goes in/on/with everything.
This is the girl who says “I’m as wound up as a yo yo!”
This is the girl who has no idea what a ‘well drink’ is.
This is the girl I wake up to.
This is the girl.