Leah is eight years old today. I remember when she was a baby burrito, wrapped up tight in her receiving blanket. I let her use my pinky as a pacifier because I wasn't into the plastic ones. I remember her sleepy, milk-drunk eyes after she nursed. When she could finally eat mushy stuff and some finger foods, she loved chopped black olives and daddy's stir-fry. She called lasagne 'gazanga' and sang twinkle twinkle and twirled her hair and slept so soundly that I checked her several times a night even after she was well past infancy. (Well, I still do that....)
Happy birthday, Leahpeapie. I love you so much and I am so proud of you.
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