I was thirty-four years old when my youngest child was born. His older brother and sister were twelve and ten. Needless to say, he never wanted for entertainment. It’s a wonder he learned to walk before he was one year old, since someone was always carrying him, but he did. When he started talking, it was in paragraphs with an extensive vocabulary. His outgoing and sweet personality was evident early on. He still has it.
He grew up, graduated from college and married his beautiful college sweetheart. Now, they have an amazing baby girl. She has the sweetest disposition to go along with her beautiful blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Her mom says she’s just like her dad…and she is!
Above and below: love their similar expressions!
Below: walking with her Dad, wearing her Urlacher jersey with her tutu and Mary Janes!