To my sweet child who was born with pointy ears...like Yoda,
But when you talked...you really talked. And your only volume was MAX.
You weren't much for toys when you were small, you were mainly drawn to wires, metal and outlets.
If you were missing, I would be sure to find you in a garbage can or cabinet somewhere.
Something that I always cherished was how fiercely protective you were of your sisters...like when you pushed a boy down who was twice your size, because he was teasing your big sister. Or when you chased that dog away with a bat after it licked your new baby sister on the head. And you were only two. And you couldn't talk. But you loved those girls SO much!
I've never seen a body move so much. So many of my pictures of you are filled with a blur. You are the blur. Always moving.
You ooze happiness. A more playful kid I've never met. You never cease to make me laugh. Like when you were constantly filling the toilets and garbage cans with toilet paper, even though you were ALWAYS punished. The way you practically LIVED with one of 3 stuffed snakes around your neck for 3 years NO MATTER where we went. How many times did I call poison control???? Oh my. You are fearless, my little roller-coaster rider. Although I did accidentally find your fear. You turned out to be terribly afraid of blue-female-changelings. Like the one in Star Wars episode 2. Sorry about that. And then I forgot about that and let you see a clip of Mistique from X-men. Sorry about that, too!
You have such a deep capacity to forgive. You never hesitate in your willingness to forgive and forget. You quickly come to the defense of those who have wronged you. You love others so much, and will pain yourself, to give others what they want. I don't understand this in someone so young. You humble me.
You bring a zest to our lives, Clydie Monster. You are indeed the BEST BOY IN THE WORLD!