Two years, y’all.
Not only is my baby 4 now, but she’s been home for 2 years.
I posted about her being home one year, and it feels like that was just a few months ago.
I’ve heard it said that time goes by faster and faster as you get older…
guess that makes me really old.
What can I say about Lula?
She’s wonderful.
She is smart.
She can write her name.
Draw a face with eyelashes and lips.
Say the alphabet and count to 30.
She is busy. She is in everybody’s business. And everybody’s stuff.
She occasionally struggles with keeping those little fingers out of trouble.
And when she does get busted – for say, making her footboard into a chalkboard with a Sharpie – she goes immediately into a well-rehearsed, baby-of-the-family wailing fit.
That’s my girl.
She is sweet. Oh my, Tallula has the biggest heart.
She loves fiercely.
She forgives freely.
And she has a joy for life that is absolutely contagious.
Happy two years home, baby girl.
Can’t wait to spend forever with you.
I'm Stefanie. Wife to one and mom to 12. Occasional blogger. Wannabe photographer. Constant grace-needer.
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