Isabelle is 8 !

She is all big blue eyes, legs and elbows flying in the wind. I love her so much that it hurts. Her personality so closely mirrors my own that it makes it hard to get along all the time.But the love I have for her is far more fierce than the conflicts that come our way. At the end of the day, I lay with her in her bed and am swept away in the fragrance of her hair, and somehow this world seems just a little closer to heaven.

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