Friday Night

I just watched Cinderella with my princess-obsessed hours from being four year old. She stayed up WAY past her bedtime, and almost didn't make it to the end of the movie. Poor thing. To illustrate my insane Amish mother point about videos exposing her to things, even harmless, lovely Cinderella (one of my childhood favorites) stressed her out a little. Or maybe it was all in my head. Probably.

I genuinely wish I had the time right now to write more about the girl who turns four just after midnight (and since she was born in Central time, really, it's only an hour and twenty minutes away). How it was after so long being pregnant, finally knowing it was time to find out who was going to be joining our family. How long it took for her to be born. How surprised and shocked I was to learn that the baby I was so sure was a boy was, instead, Naomi. Two of her nurses were named Naomi- what are the chances? She was such a beautiful newborn, always had her eyes wide open, calmly looking around. And such a good baby- we always joked she was our practice kid. (I think we were right on that one...)

I just looked around for a picture to post and now I am weeping at the sight of her, so tiny and beautiful. Lucky for you guys I'm not going to post the placental picture. Yikes. But here she is, the birthday girl....