On this day two years ago, this was my view:
A little pink capped bundle, whose mother swore she was having a boy, surprised the heck out of us on a Monday morning in May. All 9 pounds 12 ounces of her.
In fact, she's been a wonderful surprise in every way. And a serious challenge to my fear and my need to control every aspect of life.
She is quiet but not mild; serious but not grumpy; loving but not clingy; protective but not bossy. She's a delicious dumpling, but don't tell her that or she'll give you her famous stare-down. It has intimidated the most confident baby handlers, but never any of her siblings. That's because she's a marshmallow on the inside.
She's all blueberry eyes and chestnut curls and pure heart. Our little May queen.