It's been awhile since I've dedicated a post to my little girl. It's no secret in my home that she lights up my life. She's usually smiling. And if she fusses, all she usually needs is a reassuring smile. And her smiles melt my heart.
There are almost five years between Miles and Jillian. I almost can't believe that we went so long without having a little baby in the home. But, most of you know that it wasn't our plan, rather it was planned by God. By the time Jillian came along, we were done with diapers, those ridiculous baby accessories (swings, random baby seats, exersaucers, etc.), naps, worries about choking hazards, worries about SIDS, worries about unwashed hands touching our little one or someone breathing germs on our healthy infant, and so much more. We were even done with training wheels! Two boys on two wheelers makes one feel like they've reached a certain point in life. I'm struggling to put into words this feeling. All I can come up with is that as I remember the neighborhood where I grew up. And I think of those ancient people that were my friends' parents, I realize that's me...that's us...we're those parent's that are going to be some vague memory to other children on the block... strange.
well...that was a major detour...but i'll leave it...
so, without further adieu, here's "little girl"