My youngest daughter was born on November the fourth of this past year. Her first birthday rolls around this Sunday, and I continue to marvel at not only how fast her first year has passed but also how much such a little creation could hold my heart.
Days gone by. One whole year. Yet this is the first time I've mentioned Amelia Grace Beavers. Her sister, my oldest and the most slyly humorous little kid I've ever met (I'd reckon there's no bias in that thought), turns seven in a few months, and she's had gobs of mentions in her daddy's writings. Hopefully, there won't be any sibling hostility over that fact in years to come.