there's a girl with red hair and vintage red polka dot dresses she doesn't miss anything save for the five foot mark she's a short little firecracker full of opinions and wit soft souled one of those girls with an affinity for quaint little boutiques with over priced trinkets (don't even get me started on used book stores) a grounded free spirit who buys tea at coffee shops I couldn't remember her order if I tried pictures never capture her moments fill her feed she holds nothing back (vulnerability excluded) toddlers make her laugh more than cute boys her heroes consist of Ron Paul and Leslie Knope (can't forget John Mulaney) car trouble every other day single handly solos twelve hour road trips not a moments hesitation spontaneous and steadfast drives an hour just for donuts southern baptist? heels and tights more stories than battle scars titles fill her desk from poetry pages to presidential plaques her range is astronomical no shame in wearing pajama pants into gas stations or grocery stores her heart gives itself away in water color paintings and chocolate chip cookies no no she can't eat that "I'm lactose intolerant, remember?" laughs and eats it anyway I could sum her up in a sentence, but an encyclopedia is not enough