My
little
Nixter...
the
middle
of
the
sisters....
a
middle
of
the
four.
I
remember
like
it
was
yesterday...
when
you
came
home....
I remember
when
you were
no bigger
than a
shoe...
I remember
you
playing
in the
sand...
in
the
water....
sidewalk
chalk
on your
face...
clothes
your
Dad
might call
funky....
a
little
flirtatious....
a
little
bit
ornery...
such
a cute
little
girl....
You
grew up
overnight...
so
quickly
my head
spins...
one day -
a
little
girl...
the next -
a
lovely
young
woman.
I'm
proud
of
you,
Nicky...
how you
leapt
out of your
comfort
zone....
how
you
hurtled
into
independence.
but
I
still
think...
in
your
heart
of
hearts....
you
are
still...
my
little
Nixter.
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