My Queen
Today My Queen is fourteen months old. I have called her My Queen for almost as long as I knew she was a she; there was the brief "getting to know you" phase where I had to wrap my mind around the fact that I did indeed have a daughter, and in that fleeting time known affectionately as the "babymoon" she swiftly and irrevocably became My Queen. She has me wrapped around her little finger. Anna is what my sister warmly and reverently said "she is just the baby your family needed right now." Our little one's temperament has been so gentle, so sweet, that the noisiness and wildness of two boys quieted a little by her coming. Her presence has made us all a little more gentle. Because gentle, she is. From very early on, she would fuss, and I would try to nurse her, check her diaper, pick her up, and wonder, what does she want? And when I would lay her on our very comfortable but worn couch and immediately she would stroke it and coo. She would si...