Can it be true?

My daughter is eighteen months old today.
A whole year and half of another.
Five hundred and forty eight days have gone by since her birth.
She made me a mother the day I saw two pink lines, and I will never be the same. She brings me so much joy-- even when she's sick and grumpy, teething and tired.

I love all of your many faces, Olivia Grace! Thanks for being my BUG!