I'm happy.

You know, I've been so busy lately with the move that sometimes I don't realize how happy I am until I'm looking at pictures I've taken. Like this one:
Her loveliness makes me smile. My mind tells me that she can't be nearly as exquisite as I think she is, but my heart tells me otherwise. She drives me crazy, it's true, but one flutter from those big green eyes, and all is forgiven. Daddy is even quicker to cave.

Could she look more like Chris here?? Generally, she has a big, wide-open toothy smile, but here she's being Daddy's girl. He couldn't deny her if he tried. Or Izzy, for that matter. Their light hair and eyes make it a dead give-away.

I however, have black eyes and hair, making me the odd mom out. Tonight Chris asked me if I wished my daughter had my hair and eyes. Truthfully, I do not. I love her unusual eye and hair color. Eyes that are green, but not quite, hair that is sandy blonde, or maybe light brown. Maybe not. She defies labels, and I hope she always does, which kind of answers Chris's follow-up jest of, "Do you wish she was a little less mean?" Nah. Sometimes, YES I DO, but usually I like her spunk. She makes me smile. She and Izzy both do. Chris does too, for that matter.

I'm very happy.