Yet, she is also a kind, generous, cheerful, joyful, loving girl. You just have to catch her at the right time. In the right mood. And watch what you say, lest you set her off.
I pray for Callie's husband. Daily. And I imagine what a lucky man he will be to have a woman who so clearly knows what she wants and is willing to do what it takes to get it. This girl, who wants ten children of her own, wants to live forever in a house with her sister, and collects flowers, leaves, and sticks as if they were made of gold, is going to be a woman like no other. I feel privileged to have this time with her. Callie is a blessing.
Today she turns five years old. Where has the time gone?
The day after she was born -- ready to leave the hospital. A more precious baby did not exist.
Three weeks old. This photo was taken the day before the doctor said, "Keep breastfeeding, but it's time to start supplementing." Thank God for honest doctors and supportive grandmas and husbands. My mom and Scott must have seen that Callie was starving, but I didn't until months later when I looked at this photo. It makes me cry now.
Six weeks old. Again, thank God. Babies are resilient and baby formula, as bad as it may be, is good.
Eight months old. This was our Christmas card photo and a friend responded, "That little one looks like a party!" He had no idea. Callie was almost nonstop smiles as a baby. When she wasn't screaming, of course.
Four! Getting hugs from her favorite friend, Hayden, on her birthday last year.
Which brings us to this year. Here we are at almost five. And oh, my...the kid is gorgeous. I'll share some photos of the newly-crowned five year old after her big birthday bash tomorrow.