My Version of Perfection.

She sits perched perfectly in a rubber band dome chair
her Daddy bought her. 

Her tiny feet dangle swinging back and forth, kicking out in excitement every now and then.

She's wearing a pink heart bib that I made for her.  One of the good ones I've made...the seams are all pretty straight.

She grips the sides of the oval chair and sometimes scrapes her fingernails on the vinyl part to hear the sound.

Jakob comes in, patts her on the shoulder and says "amornin baby gerrr".

I cuddle him for being so sweet and always acknowledging his sister.  He calls her "His Kily"...Allen, Jakob and I like to argue over who she truly belongs to.

I look back at her and she's shaking her head, smiling and patting the chair.  Fairly Odd Parents is on.  She claps her hands and looks at me as if to say "Did you see that mommy?" 

She has the most beautiful porcelain doll white skin I have ever seen in real life.  Her eyes are so big and so deep blue that sometimes they almost look black.  In the sun her eyes sparkle deep dark perfect blue. 

She has perfect little lips and the cutest dimples (one man made) I've ever seen.  Her voice is angelic.

Her hair is a mess up in a pony tail.  She has blonde curls framing her face so even with bed head she's beautiful. 

She is amazing and strong.......and after eight years I can say SHE IS PERFECT.  She is who and what she was supposed to be.  I am grateful she is mine.

I'm learning to let go of what might have been.  What I thought my life should have turned out to be.  I am trying new things and venturing out into the world.  I will always mourn the "dream" that I never had but I've finally learned to rejoice in all that is wonderful and beautiful....and PERFECT in Makily.