Little girls are the nicest things
that happen to people. They are
born with a little bit of angel-shine
about them and though it wears thin
sometimes, there is always enough left
to lasso your heart - even when they
are sitting in the mud, or crying
temperamental tears, or parading up the
street in mother's best clothes.

A little girl can be sweeter more often
than anyone else in the world. She can
jitter around, and stomp, and make funny
noises that frazzle your nerves, yet
just when you open your mouth, she stands
there demure with that special look in
her eyes. A girl is innocence playing in
the mud, and motherhood dragging a doll
by the foot.

Girls are available in five colors; black,
white, red, yellow or brown, yet Mother
Nature always manages to select your favorite
color when you place your order. They
disprove the law of supply and demand; there
are millions of little girls, but each is as
precious as rubies.

God borrows from many creatures to make a
little girl. He uses the antics of a monkey,
the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity
of a cat, the speed of a gazelle, the
slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten,
and to top it all off, He adds the mysterious
mind of a woman.

A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses,
small animals, first grade, noise makers, the
girl next door, dolls, make-believe, dancing
lessons, ice cream, kitchens, coloring books,
make-up, cans of water, going visiting,
tea parties, and one boy. She doesn't care so
much for visitors, boys in general, large dogs,
hand-me-downs, straight chairs, vegetables,
snow suits, or staying in the front yard.

She is loudest when you are thinking, the
prettiest when she has provoked you, the
busiest at bedtime, the quietest when you
want to show her off, and the most flirtatious
when she absolutely must not get the best of
you again. Who else can cause you more grief,
joy, irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment,
and genuine delight than this combination of
Eve, Salome and Florence Nightingale?

She can muss up your home, your hair and your
dignity; spend your money, your time and your
temper - then just when your patience is
ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through and
you've lost again. Yes, she is a nerve-racking
nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief.
But when your dreams tumble down and the world
is a mess - when it seems you are pretty much
of a fool after all - she can make you a king
when she climbs on your knee and whispers,
"I love you best of all!"