The Story:
“This little spitfire is Rori. She’s our little neighbor girl, and reminds me so much of myself when I was her age. If she had a nickel for every lack of worry she has, she’d be rich.”
“She lets her hair fall down naturally, sometimes without even being brushed. She dresses herself in whatever her sassy spirit tells her that day. And her infectious laugh with that little snaggletoothed grin, lights up the room.”
“She makes her presence known with her crazy ideas and loud little voice. She runs and jumps and leaps without any fear of judgment.”
“She’s who I was when I was little, and who I aspire to be still. Her carefree and loving spirit has lifted mine, and hopefully yours as well.”