Leigh is eight, and was skipping through the store this weekend.  As her hair bounced and her dress flounced, I thought, “Soon she will stop skipping.  And that day I will cry.  She is so precious.  She is so youthful.”
     She is younger than her age–she plays with Annie regularly.  She acts like a five year old a lot of the time!  Oh, I adore her.  I don’t want her to grow up!