Traci,

You are my favorite because you are so much like me.  The very things that drive so many others crazy are endearing to me because I know exactly where your actions come from.  My mischievous child with the sly smile.  What an attitude.  You, the youngest, were always the strongest - physically and mentally.  I surely should be ashamed of enjoying some of the things you have done, but I don't care what anyone else thinks. . . you make me smile.  No, that is not true for even now you as I think of some of your adventures, you make me laugh out loud.  You have no idea of the number of Traci stories that I tell nor would you believe how often I still tell them.  My Little Monster.  You used to be so proud of that title.  Those who do not know us probably would think it is a terrible thing to call a daughter, but I bestowed that name on you with pride and more love than you have ever understood.

I would tell my favorite story of you here, but your sisters would kill me for taking joy in that moment.  I can't even think of it now without smiling. My Little Monster.

I love you best because of your mischievous nature, you curiosity, and your bright eyes that light up when that little sly smile slips out.