So far, there are no sadnesses attached to this one, nor fears for her well-being, thank God.
She is all GO. All SEE. All TOUCH. All No-Mama, I’LL do it!
She has her father’s eyes and brows, coloring and frown. She has her mom’s exact childhood hair color and screech of joy.
I am utterly goofy over her, and old enough to cry a bit, late, without telling myself why.
I hope she will remember us, yes — should the ever-more-thinkable happen before the 16.5 years more of hers (and a someday-sibling?) for which I’ve asked.
Even more, however — or at least as much — my hope is that she will remember her 18.5-mo. old freedom. Every moment of it.