I actually greeted the news with tears, which makes me feel sad and a little ashamed now. But we'd been a family of three for almost five years...we were a posse, a team...we knew how each other ticked, and life was good. How was I going to find my rhythm with a new city, new house, new job, and a new baby!? How were we going to let this stranger into our fold?! And honestly, my son's first year was a little rocky for me, so I was worried about going through that again.
But I leaned heavily on my faith and Mr. SP, and wouldn't you know my pregnancy was smooth, the announcement was met with excitement by my new co-workers, our son beamed with pride for a new sister, and our hearts grew three sizes the day she was born.
What I didn't know then, but it's become so obvious everyday since her birth, was that she's our family's missing link. She's a little bit of each of us, and brings immeasurable joy to us as a whole, and individually. She makes me literally laugh out loud at least once a day, mesmerizes me with her kindness, shocks me with her smarts and wit, surprises me with her bravery and shy confidence, humbles me with her compassion, and inspires me with her pure happiness and sheer love of life.
She's passionate about horses and art, thinks her big brother is the funniest human alive, is thick-as-thieves with her daddy, lives to make people happy, is quick to forgive, is happiest when the four of us are together, wants to be grown so bad she can hardly stand it, but is desperate to always be mommy's baby girl.
We love this petite, freckle-faced, dimpled, sarcastic, passionate, raven-haired beauty, and can't imagine one second of life without her.
We'll eat you up, we love you so! Happy, happy birthday, our spirited little Sloanie-Baloney!