sapsucker

My mom asked the other day, "well, what about Julia, you haven't said a word." And she was right, I hadn't. There are times when I hesitate to talk about my second born because when I do I tend to gush. I'm all drippy-sappy with love talk. This kid. She has me right where she wants me. I adore every centimeter of her body. I hang on every word she says. She knows it.

She has hair now, little beautiful curls, just like her dad.



Speaking of her dad, she adores him, wants to marry him, and thinks he's the best in the world. We have that in common.



And she's so funny in an entirely different way than her sister (and if you know Grace, you KNOW she's a funny kid). Julia laughs at her own jokes and, in turn, makes us all laugh. I've told so many Grace stories that you would think I'd do the same with Julia. I'm not entirely sure why I don't. Maybe I just don't want to share.