The Teardrops on her Guitar

From as far back as I can remember Lilly has been asking for a guitar. Since she discovered music as a tiny little squirt she has always favored female artists, especially the ones who play their own instruments. I swear this girl is a born feminist (but not in a bad way)!

Resisting the urge to buy the Toys R Us special at Christmas for some piece of garbage that she would strum on a couple times playing and never do anything with again. Not to mention that it wouldn't be sufficient to learn on anyway, we still want to foster a love for music. When I was a kid I played the violin. I can read music (although I'm pretty rusty) and I've dabbled in the piano. Brandon (tried) to play saxophone when he was young. We value these abilities and experiences and we don't want to keep her from having them herself.

She wants to be famous. She always has. She would stand at the TV when she had to hold on to the entertainment center in order to stand and point at it, "Me in there?" When she was three we were approached by someone with a modeling agency. We went and had the headshots done, went on a few auditions but really, if you aren't a stay-at-home parent, with only one child, there's really no way to do the kid modeling gig. They call at 8pm the night before a casting call in Oregon at 7 tomorrow morning. It's just too much. But she still wants to be famous.

Now that she's almost nine she's traded the "Me in there?" for "Mom, I belong on TV." I hope that she pursues her dream. I hope that she finds the thing that she is so overly passionate for that it consumes her life and she lives her dream, whether it be as an actress or a dentist.

Ahhh, my little drama queen. Maybe this will be her ticket.....

It will be here on Thursday! Can't wait to see her face!