…she’s a farmgirl. A tomboy. A daddy’s girl.

…she’s a little shy at first, but then she’ll talk your ear off.

…she’s got a tough exterior, but her heart is easy to reach.

…she has a depth only those closest to her see.

…she’s capable. Motivated. Responsible.

…she’ll injure herself almost to the point of stitches, try to take care of it herself, and not shed a tear, but a scrape involves wailing and the need for an immediate band-aid.

…she enjoys getting filthy, but is a big help when things need cleaning.

…she’s young, but she’s older than her number.

…she’s got a gifted eye for design.

…she likes to sit by her great-grandmother in church.

…she loves the Bible.

…she hates to shop.

…she is not a fan of frills.

…she likes to be comfortable.

…she marches to the beat of her own drum.

…she’s got a strong stomach.

…she’s got a weakness for chocolate.

…she’s thoughtful.

…she’s wild.

…she’s loud.

…she’s soft.

…she’s talented.

…she’s poetic.

…she’s creative.

…she’s loyal.

…she’s beautiful.

…she’s God’s girl.

…and she’s mine.