joy unexpected.

The best gift of 2006 came eight months ago yesterday. She wasn't what I thought I wanted. I didn't know that I was ready. She doesn't speak, except to say mama. And it's possible that she's not entirely sure what mama means just yet. She doesn't crawl in the usual direction. She amazes me a little more everyday. She makes sleeping late impossible. She makes iPods and jewelry and books and toys look small. Compared to her, they are.

It only looks like I let her dress herself.

Merry Christmas to all.