The husband took this picture the week we got home with little M. You can see how short her hair was, and how much chubbier her cheeks were, and how slightly blue her lips were that day.
You can see the hesitancy in her smile, and I remember that she was mostly just smiling because I handed her two of her beloved matchbox cars.
I remember that during that whole first month home, she either sat or I carried her. She didn’t have energy for anything else.
But now, nine months later, she is a completely different little girl. She runs everywhere. Everywhere. She sits, but never sits still. She is always talking, always thinking, and always active.
She has pink lips and pink fingernails. She loves her tutus, and her babies. And she still has a special place in her heart for matchbox cars.