[/caption]Sixteen years ago today on a hot and humid Saturday in Missouri, Thom and I were married. I am not big into anniversaries, as I feel every day I choose to be with Thom. Every day is a gift, this family we have created. As I have said before, it is my dream come true. (Plus, again, I am sincerely not really in that whoo-hoo ye haw celebratory mood right now.)
This morning I was appreciating our Lotta Joy and felt inspired to write about her. After all, she is in a way, a by-product of what happened 16 years ago.
I love the way Lotta pats my back gently when I
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[/caption]pick her up when she is crying. And that she can just as easily pinch your face and poke your eyes. I love the way she giggles at Ben's antics. I love that when her hair is not covered in some food stickiness she has this one little curl in the back. I love her unbridled enthusiasm for being outdoors. And her heartbreak when someone, anyone leaves her inside. I love her exuberance towards music and her ability to dance while seated. I love how at Family Zumba when she hears that loud loud music, her little face lights up and she cannot stop smiling. I love that she thinks a sippy cup is a horn and blows out when I try to give her a drink. I love that she growls intermittently like the lion (month of birth: Leo) tiger (year of birth) she is. I love how she will not keep socks on her feet even when they are chilly which reminds me of Ellie. I love how she grabs my hand to rub her head when she is trying to fall asleep which reminds me of Ben. I love how she lays her head on my chest when she is tired or feeling shy. I love how she seems ever so slightly offended to be on the floor while we are all standing. I love how she struggles to be both held and free crawling at the same time. I love how Lotta plays catch with herself by throwing the ball then chasing it. I love how now that she knows how to splash, she adores the bath. Which is fortunate because she also adores the dirt. And leaves. And tiny rocks (in her mouth). I love how she so makes me heart sing that I have to call her La La.
chicken (here is how Lotta says "chicken")
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