Monday, July 13, 2009
How in the world....
Her entrance into the world was dramatic. I will put your fussy, colicky, demanding baby stories up against mine (and throw in a spouse who traveled several nights a week, EVERY week) and I will WIN!
Then one day she sat up, looked around, and decided to be delightful. And her laugh! OMG! It started in her toes and rolled up out of her a deep and startling chortle. She could captivate an entire roomful of adults for hours as we tried to think up new ways to make her laugh!
My girl. My baby. She's messy. She's a night owl. She's creative. She's loyal. She's guarded. She's funny. She’s mine and I love her.
Happy 18th birthday Precious Youngest!