Now that we’ve added a play corner to her room (sorry… clarification: nursery. I’ll always call it a nursery, even when she comes home from college), she will sit forever–literally, over an hour by herself–just chillin’. She plays and babbles. She has a little CD player in her room and listens to music while she plays. When “The Wheels on the Bus” comes on, she always smiles. God, I love her.

God made us an ice cream sundae. After he scooped up every flavor of sweetness, kindness and contentment there was, he added a little cherry on top: He gave us Pretty.