pie face

today my baby sister turned seven.
gosh, that's hard to believe.
i remember the day she was born.
coincidentally [or not] it was the same day that i first officially failed a test in school. but now, that's not the point here, is it...

pie-fee...
she's such a cute little girl.
she's spunky and sassy, but sweet and sensitive.
i love her.

why do i call her pie face? well, because that's her name, of course! the week she was born, my parents, grandparents, neighbors, ward members and all manner of -ites referred to her as:

such a cutie pie
what a sweetie pie
and all manner of -pies

so tca$h and i started calling her pie.
and then i called her pie face.
and it stuck.

and now lots of people call her pie face.
gee, i feel like such a trend-setter.
[correction: i'm not really]

i find it mind boggling that:

in one year she'll be baptized
branson has known her since she was 4
someday she won't remember life before i was married
she is the smartest of my siblings
[seriously - the girl could get on the internet before she could talk.
and she could read before she could walk.
i'm pretty sure i'm only exaggerating on the later part of this,
and still, only slightly]

and so, i write a simple ode to the babe of the fam...
the youngest... the girl who completed our family:

pief,
[said pie-fff]
i'm glad you're in my life
you never cause me strife
you're cute as a button
and sweet as a muffin
i could eat you like stuffin'
[but i won't]
today you turn seven
sent straight from heaven
to my bread you are leaven
[don't question my rhyme - it's totally legit, yo]
i hope your birthday
is as sweet as a gourmet
[a good one - like at the bellagio]
because i love you - hooray!

happy birthday pie face.

*and just for the record,
yes, i have every intention of calling her pie face for the rest of her life. i see no need to refer to her as anything else. it's worked for seven years so far, and by george, i'll use it for another 87. she's my little pie face. and she always will be.