As most of you know through reading my blog, I like words. I like rhyming words. I like silly words. I like bold words. I’m not afraid of swear words. I like words that put an image in your head. I love words that are fun to say. I just love words.
Sassy is one of the words I just love. A girlfriend of mine uses it and it always puts a smile on my face. When we are playing tennis she will say “Oh, now there’s a sassy shot!” And I love it. I love hearing her say it. I love the word Sassy.
The word puts and image in my head. A sassy girl. A sassy skirt. A sassy look. A sassy tongue. It brings images to my mind of a girl not afraid to speak her mind and wear what she wants. I love that word. It works to put images in my mind.
I know you are probably not going to believe this but I think I may have been a sassy girl at one point in time. I’m pretty sure it went unchecked for quite a few years. I think the word sassy may even extend into present day Jenni. I’m not completely sure but I’d like to think I’m just a little sassy.
And I’d like to pass that on to Claire but in a “not too sassy for her own good” kind of way. I want her tongue to be quick but kind. I want her thoughts to be her own but tempered with compassion for someone else’s, possibly, different thoughts. I want her to wear what is comfortable for her and not judge other people for doing the same. I want her to dance to the beat of her own drum but be able to succeed within the masses. I want her to be a sassy girl…in the best way possible.
Oh, for the love of my sassy, baby girl….