A little person lives here.
And her toys cover every surface.
Her little shoes line the walls (these are only about half of them).
I'm a giant next to her. For she can make a feast at the end table.
And because she's little she can get away with wearing candy-striped tights and hats with cat ears.
She can play endlessly with bouillon cubes.
But is equally at ease with her mommy's toys.
A little person lives here, but she's growing every day.
One day she'll be a big girl. One day she'll move away.
But for now she lets me share her world. And my life will forever be better because of my little girl.