My little ginger

There is almost too much to say.

You spent last week with me in Richmond, hanging with your Auntie Sharon and her three labs and one cat.  You loved the cat.  You now think you are a lab.

You are wholly delighted with nearly everything, and you show it by a wild little giggle.  You pound the table at dinner.  You still smile with your whole body, as if you are about to be split in two with happiness.

And your crawling - you are so FAST.  You now follow me around as best you can, and whenever I stop, you pull yourself into a standing position and look at me, expectantly, as if to say, "What next, mama?"

"Mamamamamama" is your favorite word.

Every day, you are amazing.  Every day, I am grateful to be your mom.