my baby turns six

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I don't know that I've seen a card that I love any more than this one. The owl and the pussycat, squirrel, quail and friends all loaded on a double decker bus...cruising through London I'm guessing! Oh my!

My sweet little girl turns six today. Words don't say. After the boys were born, Matt thought we were done having kids. I did not. And I have a theory. If that door is open, metaphorically speaking, then it's not closed. Deep, right? Meaning that the possibility has a greater opportunity than the opposite. I'll just shut up, now.

To this day, we still look at each other (often) and say, can you imagine NOT having this child. It's not possible. She is the icing, the wasabi and the fresh peach. She has been JOY in all caps since the very moment she arrived. Creamy and grins and so whole. A dumpling.

Sturdy is the word we use most often to describe her. She's solid, physically and otherwise. She cackles and stamps her foot. She knows the program and always has. She started dressing herself before Max did (and he's six years older). She potty trained herself efficiently and completely in the space of an hour. She knows her will and doesn't hesitate to voice it. Her brothers voraciously defend and encourage her. In the words of the magic eight ball, when it comes to Della, all signs point to YES!

She is number three and it was a charm.

Della, we love you!

Happy birthday sweet child!