sunday mornings {hope}

I downloaded an app that let's me write this from my phone. let the blogging way too much commence.

I wrote a blog last year on this date. I cried the entire time I wrote it. I'll be crying as I write this I'm sure. {sidenote: I cry. A lot. I think that's been established.}

Hope turns 2 tomorrow. Who's Hope? My niece. Otherwise known as the best thing that ever happened to me. {okay, she happened to my sister but that is a minor detail.}

I look back at those Sunday mornings alone with her in the NICU as some of the most precious moments in my life. {ah, I'm crying. didn't take long.} It seemed like no one was ever in there on Sunday mornings except for me, the nurses, the beeping monitors on all of the babies, and the Psalms. I would read them to Hope while she laid there. The first time I held her was alone there on a Sunday morning. {okay, now it's more like weeping. get it together.}

I can't believe that was 2 years ago. She has brought us so much joy. Just like every other family with a little one, every gathering and holiday is spent just staring at her and laughing at what she's doing. As they should be!

She is an incredible little girl - so full of life and genuinely happy. It doesn't hurt that she's stunning {and I'd say that even if I weren't her aunt}. She's funny and she's smart and she's sweet and when she pats my back as she hugs me, it makes the worst day better.

I realize that she actually belongs to my sister {again, with the details} but who doesn't love their super best friend auntie? I think we'll be friends forever.

So happy 2nd birthday to our joy, our light, our goat, our Hope. We love you, babygirl. Our lives would be so boring without you.

xx