She's 7. I can't adequately explain how appropriate it is that Lauren was born on the first day of Spring, but it's certainly as if someone had a divine hand in bringing her to us on this very special day. It wasn't planned, I wasn't induced, in fact she was a full 10 days early but weighed 8 1/2 pounds and has been a bright spot of light in our lives ever since.
She's different from the other two. She's quiet, observant, sensitive, often lost in her own world and easily captivated by whatever is in front of her. She ascribes life to inanimate objects, cultivates a story for each and every thing she encounters and to say that she sees color in a unique and different way is an understatement. There is a whole world inside that head, one which I wish I could visit, but since I can't I hang on her creative use of words like "wet raindrops", my favorite.
So enjoy your Spring everyone, it's finally here, no more moaning and groaning. The weather is changing slowly but surely, I feel it. We'll be deep in baseball practice and birthday parties and sleepovers all weekend long, things are moving right along at their sometimes too fast pace.