C/O The White House

Conleigh is apparently my child.  She is a dreamer, a visionary.  She thinks big ideas and in big pictures.  She always has a grand idea.  Sometimes, those grand ideas are not so grand.  Like making her own blueberry muffins with flour and water and something blue...outside...on the outdoor sofa.  Or shooting baskets from the roof if the van because it is obviously going to improve her odds.  And sometimes her heart's desires are pretty darn awesome.  Like wanting to sell lemonade to raise money for Haiti.  Or her student council campaign which boasted a platform of kindness, a desire to help her school, and the assertion that all people should be treated the same no matter what color their skin is.  She also wanted to write the President regarding the requirements to become President, seeing as she (and two of her brothers) are ineligible for the presidency because they were not burn in the US.  They are not naturalized citizens; they have full citizenship based upon the nationalities of their parents, assumed once their feet hit US soil, for anyone who might be wondering.   Oh how I hope she always wants to move mountains.