Ruby Jean Smylie. Lover of music, of soulful dancing, and questioning the obvious. She's painfully persistent. Her cheeks are always full of annoying noises saved for a long boring winter's day. She also likes to tell me what shape her poo turned out to be that day, "just like Wall-e's arm, Mommy!". She's tough, real tough, and real snuggly.
She often cups her hands around my face and repeats the same phrases over and over, "Lillie is a baby, huh? Lillie is a baby, huh? Lillie is a baby, huh?", and I answer "yes" every time. In that moment, I'm hers, all hers. I am really in love with her today.