How Lucky Am I?

My daughter's new thing is to pick up pictures and the camera and say, "Who's that baby?" It comes out more like, "Who dat babeeee?"

It's quite cute.

She just picked up my copy of Memoirs of a Geisha and has been walking around the living room asking the above question. She finally plopped down in her boppy, you know the one that she should have been using as a newborn but now uses the same way old people use hemorrhoid pillows, and opened the book and began to "read".

How can you not laugh at that?


She loves to read. She will sit and look at books for what seems like an eternity to a toddler. It's great! Each day she does something that amazes us. Each day she comes up with a new way to hurl her body to the ground and throw a temper tantrum. Each day she finds a new way to terrorize her older bigger brother. Each day she finds a way to remind us of the true miracle she is.

My kids are so very different. Parenting my son the first time around was so incredibly different from parenting her. She's a complete and total spitfire. My son was easy going and calm. She now has a three year old example to follow and emulate and she does an excellent job of both of those things!

Each day is such a learning experience. Each day is such a gift. Each day is such a test to my patience (most days). Each day is a reminder of how God truly works in mysterious ways and how if we just trust things will work out how they are supposed to.

My daughter was never supposed to be and now she is. How lucky am I?

Pretty Damned Lucky, I'd say.


*Aside-I'd like to wish all those dads, grandpas, godfathers, honorary dads, anyone who is a father figure a very Happy Father's Day! I hope you have a wonderful day filled with lots of love and fun!*