last saturday, this little firecracker turned two months old.
part of me wants to freeze time so i can keep her tiny
and snuggly and perfect forever.
the other part of me can't wait to have her crawling
and walking and talking just to hear what she has to say.
i can see so much of cory in her face (and hair, obviously),
and bits of me in her dramatic personality.
please pray for cory.
the only thing worse than one dramatic brissa
is two dramatic brissa's.