Girls are quiet, contemplative, gentle. They don't leap, they consider.
Girls hate creeping things with more legs then they have.
Girls like sunshine, a good book and a windowsill. They want to grow up to be what ever mom is and can't aspire to do it any better. Planning their dream wedding to the shining knight on the valiant steed occupies her days.
Girls know the bigger the castle they reside, the more tiny foot steps they too will hear one day.
Girls wear pink, with sparkles and as many frills as your imagination can muster.
Girls are happy to carry out what ever decision the powers that be instruct.
They would never pet a frog.
Girls are firmly planted on the ground, knowing danger could abound if they venture out.
Girls go about their business in virtual silence, knowing only of their play by the whisper of a giggle.
Girls don't like mud.
You are an amazing being my girl.
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