A long 8 months ago life looked like this:
Today things are much happier. And we are enjoying each and every bit of our normal lives.
Clara no longer has a central line so she takes showers and baths whenever she wants. Sometimes hourly.
Her hair is growing. So quickly!
Her night terrors are diminishing, yet she always seems to find herself in between her parents. She likes to hold our hands just like the good 'ole days.
She has a media addiction. Understandably so, but I'm not sure how to break it...
Her favorite books are "Pinkalicious" and "Fancy Nancy." The other day she "read" them to me. It got me all teary. That happens a lot!
She is our own personal tornado. It's pretty impressive how quickly she can make a mess. It doesn't usually bother me because I know what the alternative could be.
She thinks clothing is optional. Which usually leads to another shower. I could write a book patterned after, "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie." I would probably title it, "If You Change Clara's Diaper."
Clara won a contest (with the help of you!)
Last night as I was reading The Book of Mormon, I came across these verses in Alma 26. I was overcome with emotion because the words completely capture my feelings. In the words of Ammon:
29 ...have miracles ceased? Behold I say unto you, Nay; neither have a ceased to minister unto the children of men.