Dilly

Dilly, has a story of her own. She was 15 months old when we met her, she was the baby who captured our hearts and the reason we continued through those very difficult months. She is four years old now and her smile is still the same as that 15 month old baby girl I once knew.

Her real name is Sarah, the nickname stuck when she was just little. Dilly is a nickname of affection, a reminder of her past and our past with her. The nickname is beautiful to me. A child is worth fighting for. She's our Dilly.

She is the perfectionist in the family. She can color or paint a picture for a long time, she is careful and works steadily (unlike Anna who like to mix colors and make huge messes). She loves it when I wrap the strap to my canon rebel around her neck and let her snap a few photographs. She loves baking also... the girl is a artist in the making. I'm also convinced that she has a photographic memory, she can remember anything from a movie she watched and will spoil the movie if she's seen it once before you. She is also constantly quoting movies.

She has the greatest sense of humor. She understands a good joke and will begin her belly laughing if she thinks it's really great. Her laughter is either extremely high pitched or extremely low. I love both of them. Sometimes she even throws her head back, that makes us all laugh.

I'm just realizing that our Dilly is no longer a toddler, but a little girl. She's growing so fast. Every day I get to see her sweet smile, her dark brown eyes and hear that bellowing laughter. How blessed am I? I love you, Dilly.