Oh, my Megan. How do I even begin to say a few words about you. You are God’s blessing in my life. You helped heal a hole in my heart after we lost your brother. God knew what we needed and you arrived perfect just as we prayed. You have so much personality. You can pout like no one else I know. And you can laugh, sing and dance enough to crack up the whole family. You are strong-willed. At least the strongest-willed of mine. I love to come in the mornings and see you and Alyssa snuggled up in bed together giggling or reading. I love to see you taking care of Audrey and giving her hugs too. I love that you like to hold my hand and that I can still pick you up and you wrap your legs and arms around me. You are happy to help me unload the dishes and can sit and paint for an hour. You are the only one who can independently play. You like to build towers of blocks, piles of stuffed animals, and houses of blankets. You are notorious for dresses. Summer dresses in the winter and winter dresses in the summer. You would change clothes several times a day if I let you just to wear all different dresses. You make the meanest growl, usually at someone, but have the sweetest kisses. You are just a great mixture of it all. You are the Megan that we all needed and I am blessed.