I can hardly believe that our sweet girl was born eight months ago this evening. Nothing went the way we imagined it would, but it all turned out perfectly. This afternoon we happened to go to the hospital to visit a relative. It wasn’t until I signed us in on the visitor’s log and entered the date 10-26-11 that it clicked. There we were, in the exact ward where I gave birth to Baby V. There was the very doctor who delivered her, walking down the hall. The sun has now set for the day, and I am left wondering where all the time has gone since the night she was born. How is it that our little flower with the big blue eyes is already crawling and giggling and speaking her own baby language?