at 18 months.
Every time this sweet baby toddles through our backdoor– often in pajamas and with chocolate on her face– we have to remind ourselves that she is an anomaly. That most babies aren’t this dimpled and calm and delicious. That our own screaming beauties required 9 months of illness and 2 years of no sleep. And that I’m getting old. But still, she makes babyhood look easy and beautiful and Grace-ful. And she makes me ache for just one more.
goodnight, sweet girl.