It's hard to believe that eight years ago today, I received the phone call that would change my life forever. One look at that tiny bundle of sweetness and my heart melted for eternity.
She's become quite a girl so far. She talks with a vocabulary beyond her years but still likes to crawl around on the floor pretending to be a dog. She asserts her independence at every opportunity but still needs to sleep with her blanket, White One. She will eat a lemon like an orange but turns her nose up at sweet, tender baby peas.
She can frustrate me like no one else on this planet. She's had eight years to fine tune her skills of reading her father and I. She knows what buttons to push. If she wants something frivolous and I say no.... she'll pout, sulk and continue to badger until I'm at the breaking point at which point she'll back off and watch and wait..... and then begin again..... until victory is achieved.
I think we are in trouble.
Happy 8th Birthday Hannah!