My Mooch

My niece Valerie is here...YAY!  You all know her by  moosealot .  She is one of the most special peeps in my life.  She is the oldest of all my nieces, and even though it's not right to admit stuff like this, she is the niece I am closest to (sorry girls).  I was 10 years old when Val was born, and she was the cutest little baby in the world.  I liked to sneak into her room and watch her sleep.  She had a tiny baby overbite and it became more pronounced when she would sleep, so cute.  As she started to get older she was like my little crazy playmate.  She loved playing games, and she was constantly talking and singing and being just utterly goofy.  She hasn't changed a bit.  She is an amazing woman; smart, great sense of humor, witty, caring, kind, not afraid to be weird.  She's so special to me that words cannot describe it.  Ok, before I get super-mushy I'll end this post, and besides she just got out of shower and if she knew I was writing this about her she'd shoot me, lol.  But, before I end this I should explain why I call her Mooch, cause she's not a mooch...Her nickname is Moose, hence the Moosealot, but when Sarah was very young and just talking she would pronounce Moose, like Mooch...and that was just too cute not to use.  Now Mooch has evolved to Smooch.  Let's hear it for my Mooch!