3 years

ago tomorrow, the 8th, I awoke from emergency surgery to find this beautiful baby girl to call my own. Oh, how I thanked Him for bringing her safe to us after quite a scare. She had a full head of velvety black hair and round rosy cheeks. She quickly was nicknamed "Slug baby" because she was content (and still is) to sit and snuggle all day. She was such a delightfully good baby. She never felt motivated to walk until she was 16 months old. Yes, 16 months!!! It's hard to believe she is 3! I'm dismayed to think we may need to come up with a new nickname for her other than "Baby" I don't think she'll go for it though...she insists her name is "Baby" She just cackles like we're a bunch of fools when we tell her her real name.

Baby is serious more often than not. Even though her favorite phrase is, "me happy." She's quick to overcome disappointment and anger. She adores babydolls, animals and chocolate in equal measure. She's content to go with the flow and adapts to change quite well. She's is adored by all and loved wholeheartedly. I love you sweet baby girl.