The wild woman

Teagan is the wild woman. Gavin explored the world with caution. Not her. She dumps buckets over and uses the as step stools to climb for the things just out of her reach. When they topple over, she inevitably gets hurt. She, like her mother is a clumsy little thing. She'll cry, come running but, once those tears dry, she's right back at it. We've had black eyes, bloody mouths, bruises galore. It doesn't slow her down. She has a great big world to explore. She throws caution to the wind. I'm waiting for the big boom that results in (a) broken bone(s), and stitches. She makes me nervous and keeps me on my toes. I never know what kind of calamity will befall her in a day. There are days I dread waking up. Not because I don't love her but, because the thought of what injuries and bodily harm lie in wait for me.

She's a breath of fresh air though. She charges through life with self confidence and without fear. The world is her oyster. I couldn't love that girl more. My wild, wild "woman".