Laira

I have a hard time thinking about this post with out getting emotional. All my life all I ever wanted to be was a mother. I was always holding someones baby, and I just ached to have one of my own. When I got married we talked about waiting for a year, we even agreed upon it. I remember the day I found out I was pregnant, I was over joyed. And even amidst the sickness and constant uncomfortableness that came with pregnancy I couldn't wait to hold my baby.

The labor was hard, exhausting and quite scary at the end. But when she was finally born there was so much joy. She was beautiful. I remember that her Dad couldn't seem to put her down. We were so proud of her. Things weren't always easy with Reflux and lots of crying, but we got through it. Laira's giggle could light up a room and it often did.

When things with our family changed drastically, I am sad to say that there is so much I can't remember about her toddlerhood. But I know she was full of life and always happy amidst the chaos and rampant emotions of her parents.

Laira is so beautiful. She is learning to love her freckles, we've told her that she has a freckle for everyone who loves her. Everyone who meets her is enchanted by her vivacious but gentle spirit. She is smart, and loves to learn. She loves to help her sister and cousin. She is always ready to do me a favor or help with the jobs around the house.

Laira loves to sing, she can often be heard singing her favorite primary songs.

I love her more than words could express. And I couldn't imagine my life with out my dear sweet Laira-loo