Little love, bless your heart. You threw up all last night :( You and I changed clothes over and over again, and moved about the house as we got it dirty. You eventually fell asleep in my arms on the couch and got a little rest. I hate it when you're sick (but I am so thankful it was just normal vomit without any bile)!

Couldn't love you any more.

So thankful for this tribe of mine.

You are a pill. A precious pill. But a pill.

You and your sisters love "cream" (aka French Onion dip) with chips. I handed you a plain chip; you threw it on the floor and defiantly stomped on it in your fleecy footie pajamas. Then pointed at the cream and said, "Ugh!"

Point taken, little love.

Charlotte, you are a beautiful mess! Always moving. Busy, busy, busy!

I don't ever want to forget what it feels like to have the small weight of your body against my chest. This is my favorite, and I am trying to cherish every moment. To smell your hair. To memorize your luscious eyelashes. (Sounds weird, but someday you'll understand.)

You are loved. Oh so loved. Happy New Years Eve, little love.