My Lil Miss Thing is 15 months old now. Fifteen months of girly darlingness, accompanied by a dose of a feistiness, a smidgen of orneriness, and a heaping of independence.
You are 20 pounds and still all belly with no waist. You love shoes and hair bows. All I have to do is say, "Lets get ready to go bye-bye" and you hightail it to find some shoes and a headband. Granted, you are hardly strapped into your seat and you've already taken your shoes off and thrown them at one of your brothers.
Sometimes I've overwhelmed by your feistiness. Other times I'm excited for the potential your drive has. Sometimes I've tired just thinking of all the shepherding that you'll need in the coming years. Other times I'm motivated by the opportunity I have to point your energy to something that results in positive impact.
Annaylse Joy, you are 15 months old and I think that before I know it, I'll be saying you are 15 years old! For now, I'm thrilled to be your shepherd. I'm satisfied to be your provider. I'm delighted to be your teacher. And mostly, mostly I'm just proud to be your mom.