Oh sweet baby girl, time if flying far too fast for my liking. But I adore you…the way you squeeze your eyes have shut when you smile or when you wonder if I’ll pay attention if you cry, the way you always toss your arm above your head, finger pointed, like the Irish dancers…the tumble of sounds that greet us as we open the door in the morning, you eyes-squeezed half shut grinning at us over your yellow crib. We are all, everyone of us, head over heels for you, and dontcha know it. We grab you for squeezes…if we can catch you. You are such a monkey, climbing on everything. Love you, dearest of dears. You are such a gift.