Our Sally is five today.
Rob and I often joke that if a child could be made out of flesh and blood and joy and rainbows, it would be Sally. We should have named her Sunny. Even her siblings know it -- she's the one they all want to play with because she's so amiable.
There are almost four years in between Fiver and Sally, and we had always wanted to have them closer together. But thankfully our plan was not God's plan because any other child would not be Sally.
And we just can't imagine our lives without her.
Happy birthday, lovey.