Itty Bitty Beaver

Oh my precious, littlest princess. My one and only Baby Girl. I love you so very much, yet you hardly get any recognition here on the 'ol blog. So here, is a post dedicated entirely to you...you little precious snooker wookums! (Oh, was that out loud?)

You are so amazingly beautiful, that sometimes it takes my breath away.

Yet it is not your outer beauty that makes me fall in love with you day after day. It is your love for life, your sweet squeals and laughter. It is the way your whole body smiles along with your tiny, toothless mouth. It is the tenderness with which you snuggle and show affection that makes my heart melt with love.

You already love being in the midst of the chaos of your family. You love to be talked to by your siblings (even Aaron), and doted over as you learn to roll, babble and hold your own bottle. Unfortunately, my precious, tiniest child, you never get to keep anything all to yourself. You are required to share your giggles, laughter, smiles. It is mandatory that one of your eldest siblings hold you, and shower you with kisses, each and every day. Your adoring audience demands that you give them affirmation of their comedic abilities with your shrieks and belly laughs.

And, all to often, you have to share your belongings and have your picture made in your older sister's towel. But, you never really seem to care too much about that.

Yes, my sweet one, as God's abundant goodness resonates through your joyful spirit, it is so clear that He placed you right here, with us, for a specific purpose. We praise God for you each and every day and we stand in awe of the blessings bestowed on us because of your life.