My wide eyed, black haired baby girl who arrived in just 6 1/2 hours one Monday evening is one year old. Today. She's walking. She's got an extensive vocabulary for someone who's only been around for 52 weeks (although her favorite word is only three letters long:
H-A-T. Her second favorite word is a four letter word. One that's enough to make a Mama crazy. One that's repeated over and over again until she finally gets frustrated and yells, "That!" She sings "Itsy bitsy spider" (or at least the first few sounds of it). She knows the friggin' difference between a shoe and a boot! She might be a genius, but I figure it's still too soon to be sure. ;)
She's a blessing. A little bundle of sunshine who can make anyone smile. She's happy. Like 98% of the time. Her hugs can make a believer out of anyone. She. Is. Precious. I hope I can be half as happy as she is. She's teaching me SO much about life.
She has my heart. I think she has more of it today than she did the day she was born. She grows on you. She's phenomenal when you meet her but she's like a happy little drug. The more you are with her, the more you want to be with her.
I love her with my whole being. She makes me want to be a better person.
She has a beautiful little village who adores her. Much of that village arrived on her doorstep Saturday night for her birthday party. My little princess greeted them in her pearls. LOL The 44 people who were here have a special place in my heart for coming and celebrating my girl.
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