b2

I woke up this morning, and immediately searched for the photo that was taken of me and Stella the day she was born. I spent a while looking at it, and my brain started to wander. So much has changed in these past two years. OK. So the obvious. Stella is bigger. I am smaller (and well, not 5 1/2 months pregnant). I have a baby of my own.
Then I started thinking about Stella. About the life that our family shares with hers. About the beautiful extended family that I feel so grateful for. About her love, her warmth, her laugh. Of all the things she has taught Isaac. About all the things she has taught me. About the many times that Shawn and Erin have turned to me and said... just wait... and then four months later... it hits. About swimming, and the beach, many many rounds of old mac donald. About singing in the back seat, tickling her toes, and just recently watching her go off to school.
Its about all the little slivers of time I get that cast a very rosy glow on this life. B... I love you. I am so proud of you. Watching you grow has been a privilege, and my true pleasure.
Here's to two. Cheers!

"Love is, above all, the gift of oneself."