This is the picture that hangs on our fridge.
This is the girl who lives in our house.
This is the girl that has a little secret she keeps.
This is the girl who loves the Pope. Pope "Fransa" to be precise.
She calls him by name and waves to him every day.
She asks to see his picture in the paper.
Then clearly states "Pope lost gwasses (glasses). He funny. Funny Pope."
This is the girl who stands in the kitchen, puts up her hand as if to wave and says "Hi". She does it in the exact manner that he did. And then she laughs.
This is the girl, always eager to give her Papa a high five.
She's all like "wassup, Papa?! how you doin' today?"
Not even kidding.
She's definitely in love, but then, who isn't?
Each day we keep praying for his safety because he's kind of a busy guy who likes to do things a little differently. Sneaky guy. I call him a stinker, but don't tell him that.
St. Michael the Archangel, defend him and protect him!