The Seeker

She lives on sour patch and the smell of bleach. She frequently has head bruises from running into things. She can swing and spin for hours. She's under responsive to pain and becomes angry when she's overwhelmed. You couldn't keep up with her if you tried so you walk a step behind and hug her tight when she asks. She will punch you one minute and cling to you the next. She's a runner and she's fast. A free spirit and a veritable whirlwind of odd energies. When you see her stomping toward you, you're never quite sure what to expect. She's full of surprises and frustratingly inconsistent. She's in constant motion and amazes you with what she knows. Her fears seem irrational; her preferences bizarre. She's absolutely gorgeous and has no idea. She dresses strangely, if at all. She's determined and obstinate. She thrives on routine and enjoys having her time preplanned. She will clean and straighten for hours.  She is your best friend and your worst enemy. She makes her mind known, letting nothing hold her back. The majority of the time, she is fearless. She is an all or nothing girl. If she can, she will do it by herself. If she had her way, she would carry a dog with her everywhere she went. She loves makeup but knows no excess. She turns three soon. In three short years, I've learned 75% of my life's lessons from her and am humbled by her daily. They call her the seeker. And she's totally changed my life.