This is my niece, Avarie. To say she is ‘different’ would be an understatement. For some reason God thought it would be funny to give my sister a child that is just like me. Having a child like me is something that has frightened me for a long time, but a bit of that was lifted when I realized Carole that that kid instead of me. Now don’t get me wrong, Oliver borders on crazy more often than not, but nothing compared to Av. She is only 5 and I’m afraid her parent’s haven’t gotten to the hard part yet. Over the next 3 or 4 years I’m fairly certain my sister will pull out every last strand of hair she has. Good luck with that Carole. HA!
Speaking of hair…oh…how I adore red hair. Avarie has the hair I was supposed to have. I think there was a mix up in the hair line and I got this ‘other’ kind instead.
She generally won’t let me take a photo of her, but when she does…it is always magical.
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Beth - I’ll pray for Carole’s sanity. Avarie is just beautiful.