Today she is 20 months old. Twenty months on the 20th of July. Wanna know what else is cool? She weighs 20 pounds. Finally. I turned her car seat to the forward facing position last week when she hit the big 2-0 mark on the scales because, frankly, I was sick of not seeing her in the car. I've since discovered that she's an awesome car dancer. I knew she had it in her, but I digress.
Mia, 20 months ago she showed up on the scene, so tiny and new. Our little girl, daughter, sister, granddaughter, great-granddaughter, cousin, neice, friend. We were all so glad to meet her. We are blessed by her presense every single day. Her smiles, her giggles, and yes, even her screams. We love it when she yells "HUSH" at BJ, and tells Molly to "GO" with great enthusiasm. She is a gem.
And now, a little about my darling daughter.
She conquers.

She falls.
She likes to help.

She likes dirt.

She runs. Oh how she runs.

She has bad hair days.

She loves a parade.

She has cheesy smiles.

She is SO unbelievably beautiful, and she's all mine.
I love you sweetheart. So very much.