I still remember the summer Aliza was born- the day she was born, even. We'd gone 13 years without a baby girl. Needless to say we were all quite smitten with our little bundle wrapped in pink (not to say we still aren't-- it's very curious how a blond-haired brown-eyed beauty can manage a household if you let her.) We would all rotate walking her up and down our street for hours in the afternoons. Dressing her morning, noon, and night was a delight as well, and Mom soon complained of all the laundry we were going through for one little girl (and she still does, by the way :-)). She quickly became the life of the household, our little Rosebud, Princess and Poppet.

Anna's birthday was quiet and peaceful, and she was here before any of us had time to wonder how much longer we would have to wait. She was sweet and smiley when she wasn't sleeping. I took to calling her Sunshine before she was a month old, and it has stuck. She still is a little sunbeam of happiness wherever she is. She puts us to shame sometimes with her sweet, helpful ways, and the willingness she has to help anyone with all the mundane task around the house. Her own little personality is starting to shine more brightly as she gets older. Just last week she was caught talking on her plastic cell phone-- not to grandma, or daddy, but to "Ty-ler" who happens to be an eligible 2-year-old from church. :)

And I suppose if my mom read this post she would smile and say I've forgotten that not so long ago I was the 2-year-old running around in diapers. Well, this picture is for those memories...