Wednesday, February 15, 2012
That's 6 of 8 there on the left. She was three years old at the time and we were at a wedding. She's with my precious niece KL.
I could just gush.
It sounds a little melodramatic, I suppose, but 6 of 8's toddlerhood is a bit foggy to me. She was only 10 months old when we found that we would be leaving our cozy enclave in Oklahoma, grandparents and aunts and uncles just up the road, and moving to the island. In all the emotion and details and challenge, it's those things that stand out strongest in my memory.
But then I go through some older photos like this.
And I melt.
Maybe it was somewhat of a good thing that I was so distracted when 6 of 8 was younger. Because looking at those big ol' baby blues, I'm pretty sure I would have spoiled her completely rotten all the time if I wasn't having to oversee moving trucks and housing contracts and getting all the other kids settled.
I know she's mine. But that's one cute kid....
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