Beauty.

Some days I just can't handle it folks. I get lost in those big brown jewels. It's probably a good thing she doesn't stare at me all day...I'd get nothing done.

My Ashlyn holds a very dear part of my heart, my sweet, shy, little strawberry head.

She's three now. She doesn't need her Daddy anymore. She's big enough to call those cows up, all on her own.

She's never far from those loving hands though...

You show 'em little one ...