The days...and nights are long, but the years are short. At least, that's what I keep reminding myself. This sweet girl, who just happens to be my fifth child, is determined to teach me that she is indeed her own person. She, in fact, is not like the others.
Those others who slept through the night between two and three months, and didn't have reflux, or eczema...yep, not like them at all.
Then again, none of them had the red hair plus the dimples with the added feature of being female.
Each day, as she makes her own way in the family, she also makes her way deeper and deeper into our hearts. Never mind the inconvenience, or the blow outs, or the occasional crying spells. One dimpled smile and she's right where she needs to be - with all of us wrapped around her tiny finger.