My Soon-to-be Middle Child

We walked her big brother to the school bus,

And then she ran all the way home,

Her blond curls the tightest-ever from the rain,

Her little pink sneakers a blur.

If ever there was a girl who could withstand the slights of middle-childhood,

She is it.

Always demanding love and attention,

Never to be left out.

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And here’s a random belly pic.