Last week my granddaughter became a big one year old. Overnight. She has teeth- this child is serious about cutting teeth. She has 3 coming in at once. This does not make for a jolly birthday girl. Well, that's not exactly true, as she was pretty grinny and excited most of the day. She did a lovely job of destroying her cake, and spent a good amount of time playing with her new toys. The day after her birthday was MY birthday! We had booked a photographer, and went to an outdoor location for her pictures that evening, hoping to beat the Kansas heat. We tried. We failed, but she did a great job anyway! We are anxiously awaiting proofs of the almost 2 hour shoot. I documented the moment- her very first professional photographer experience- with my camera also!
There were many times that someone said something along the lines of, " a year ago we..." When she arrived, finally after Mom laboring for nearly 24 hours (!), we all fell in love immediately. I thought I'd never feel a stronger bond than I did at that moment, but I was wrong. Every time I am lucky enough to spend time with her, I fall a little deeper. She is the most perfect blend of her Mommy and Daddy. It's difficult to explain, but it's hard to be unhappy with such a little spark plug of joy in my life. We are all very lucky that she is doing so well. We know it.
