There is little in the world that brings me more joy than this little girl. I can't even for a minute, stop thinking, as crazy as it might sound, that she is a gift from heaven. I know. All babies are, but this one comes with a special message: I feel my Grandma and my Granddad in her, a reminder of the good that there is in the world, a gift of hope and a little shining light to guide us and remind us when it is hard to see beyond just what appears in front of our eyes.
Paul and I joke that sometimes she doesn't even seem real, she is so perfect and so joyful, we pinch each other until it hurts, but she is still here. I hold her each night as she falls asleep and I pray quietly with her, for her, for everything and everyone that we have, something I haven't done in quite some time. She brings my beautifully crazy days to a soft and sweet close each night.
First tiny shoes, finally fit!
First time sitting up all alone.