Series on Family: Petra Said

This is my little Petra. She is 7-years old. She does very well in school. She's a great gymnast. She loves the snow. She wants to be a cow girl when she grows up but first she wants to go to UC Berkley. Until she was 5-years old, her best friend was her little brother. She loves to eat salad with Balsamic vinaigrette. She'll tell you her favorite food is meat, even though she's spent her whole life in a vegetarian home. She's in the 12% for her height, Soren wears the same size shoe as her. When I look back, the day Petra was born was the day I became an adult but sometimes Lars and I still feel like she is raising us. She doesn't play with toys often, but likes to do art. She puts up with a lot from her younger siblings and rarely complains. She is a brave girl and will try anything once, no matter how terrifying. She has a cute little speech quirk and can't say her R's, she starts speech therapy next week. She likes math. Three nights ago, she tearfully came to us stating that she didn't have a beautiful enough smile to have her picture taken anymore. This comment stung at my eyes, with a lump in his throat Lars wrapped her up in his warm daddy arms and spent the next hour (on a school night) showing her pictures to prove to her that she is one of the singular most beautiful things on this earth. This made her smile.

See my beautiful girl?