15 Months Old

Fifteen.

FIFTEEN!?

*thud* <--- that was me falling over in shock.  Just to add to this (and to make my uterus hurt -- haha gotcha!  Cuz... yeah... not yet), I was just looking at photos in my library from one year ago:

Eliza and Grandma, Feb 2010

Our tall girl - 3 months old - Feb 2010

In the Moby. Trip to Santa Fe, NM, Feb 2010

Seriously.  Do you SEE that baby?  That is my baby.  My BABY.  Who now looks like this:

And can do this:

And makes us laugh by doing things like this:

Peek!

Eliza, you are such a joy (haha, I accidentally just typed "job".  But, Eliza, you are also a job, it's true!).  I love waking up in the morning (which, these days, isn't usually until 6:30 or 7:00, thank goodness!) to your smiling face.  Your smiles, your laughter, your sweet demeanor, your flexibility, your good nature... all of it makes being your mama so wonderful and so... so exactly what I want to be doing right now.

I love you more than you know, and I honestly (really, truly, not kidding) think to myself every single day how lucky I am to have you in my life.  Not a day goes by -- even those days that are harder, those days when mamahood isn't so rosy and easy -- that I don't thank my lucky stars that something, everything, went right with our fourth pregnancy -- with you.  You are still our miracle; I never forget what we went through to bring you home.  

Fifteen months later, you are our walking, talking, signing, dancing, growth-chart-topping little (big) miracle.

"Can I go and run around now, Ma?"

I love you, my spunky, sweet, goofy, brilliant, capable, beautiful girl!