Eleven.
She is kind and good, playful and unfocused, a pleaser and animal lover.
Animals. Animals. Animals.
And more animals.
When she was two she had her first birthday party with friends invited. Since then she has spent that day with a special friend. Until this year. This year she had her first full-fledged birthday party - with a limit of four since it was an all nighter.
And they made it - all night - after individual cupcakes to decorate, pizza, cheetos, doritos, lots of candy and soda.
She was the hardest pregnancy and easiest delivery. Easy ever since.
She's her daddy's ticklebug. She's Isabela, Izzy-B, Bella, Queen Bella.
She's my little sack of baby bones.
Sweet dreams,
Sleep tight.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Or tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Eleven.
I'm still rolling it around.
