infant

Today is Leta’s 10th birthday. Last night as I was helping her brush the tangles out of her hair before bedtime she said, “You know one of the things I’m going to love about being 10? Marlo can just hold up both sets of fingers when I ask her how old I am and she’ll be right! She won’t even have to think about it!”

That’s my first born. Forever putting her sister’s well-being ahead of her own. How marvelously lucky I am for this last decade I have been able to spend with her.