And the five years has just flown by.  It seems like Dan and I were just barely at the hospital staring at this tiny little dependent alien creature.  I remember being scared to death and overwhelmed with happiness all at the same time.  Anyone who knows me was probably justifiably concerned about what kind of mother I would make.  And five years later, judging by the result, I must say, I've raised exactly the kind of kid I would love to have.  Either that, or God knew just the right kind person to send that would fit in perfectly with our family.

She's smart, beautiful, sarcastic and sweet.  She's a great big sister/second mother to Buster.  Despite my best efforts to the contrary, she loves princesses and wants to be a cheerleader.  As a concession, she's told me that although she doesn't want to play soccer, she will cheer at the soccer games.  She still likes to cuddle sometimes.  She's super-creative can keep herself occupied for hours with just some crayons, paper, and scissors.  I could just kiss her face off every time I see her.  In spite of her feminine characteristics, she loves to wrestle and tells just about everyone that she knows karate.  Oh, I love that girl.  More and more every day.  My only dilemma is that I'm not sure how much longer I'll still be able to call her Little H.