They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, I don’t know who this ‘they’ is, but I do know that I don’t need a thousand words for this one.

This is Isabella.

My Boots. My Bella Bella. My Posey.

My bruiser in princess clothing.

She is sweet and full of hugs and kisses and snugglebums and jewels and pinks and purples and princess dresses and tutus and hairbows and high heels and baby dolls and arts and crafts.

And yet.

She is salty and stubborn and likes to rough-and-tumble and bounce on the trampoline and play Xbox and do math problems and make videos on the Mac and play in the dirt and collect snails and ride a scooter and play soccer.

Two girls in one.

Sweet and Salty.

And, truth be told, not much has changed over the years.

Sure, she has a little more hair and a little less chub, but this sweet and salty little thing came into this world six years ago and turned my world upside-down.

She completed our family; she completed my heart.

I am so lucky I get to be her mama.

(Even when she wants to watch 26 episodes of Full House in a row.)