I don’t know how it’s possible, but today my baby girl – well, one of them – is six years old. I remember like it was yesterday trying to walk her out, but she stayed put until she was good and ready to make her entrance into the world nine days after her due date. Almost from the moment she was born, she had a certain twinkle in her eye, and Michael and I were convinced that she was trying to smile.
That twinkle has remained, and to this day, she is just a very sweet, good-natured little girl.
(I see so much of her in Scarlett!)
Ahhh, those curls were legendary! They’ve tamed now to just a wave.
The chubby cheeks have mostly disappeared, too. She is doted on by everyone older than her in our family, and she dotes on Finn and Scarlett. She’s lost a tooth, is in first grade and is learning to read. She’s growing up.
Happy birthday, sweet Lilah.