Eating and loving.

Here she is eating cinnamon toast and telling me "Shhhhh" with her finger. She's a little off the mark (always includes smooshing her nose).

There's a huge possibility that you think she's cute. Like a cute little toddler with a button nose and round eyes. Whispy dark hair. But no one lives and breathes Lillie like we do. It's impossible to see her as clearly as we do, and I know that. Having her and all the other girls strikes me with disbelief. That billions of other parents feel the same way about their own. How could there be that much love and cuteness?

I think other children are adorable, of course. But the love affair I have for my own children's faces, their white skin, dark hair, cherubic little chins, is out of this world. It's all-consuming. I look at these photos and they absolutely stun me. Sure, she's a handful. She makes the back of my neck and shoulders hurt with all the stress she causes me minute to minute. But she's a little soul, that one.

And she loves food. More than any other person I know. And that's saying something.