Today is Sarah Grace's 4th birthday! I asked her this morning what she wants to be when she grows up. True to form, she shouted, "A rock star!" That's my girl: full of life, always on the move, fun-loving, and absolutely lovable. Her long blond hair, blue-gray eyes, and small stature are deceiving; she's not the meek little princess that she appears to be. She's about as wild and sassy as they come! Sarah Grace came into this world abruptly and sunny-side up, and ever since she has continued those trends. She loves to dance and run and play; she also loves to pick at her sister and has been known to grab a few necks, arms, and lots of skin. She hates to be interrupted and HAS to finish every thought she starts to express. SG is my little fashionista; she insists on choosing her clothes everyday, and it's not unusual to find her in flowered pants, a striped skirt, purple socks, and satin red slip-ons -- all at the same time.Sarah Grace was born at 1:53 a.m. after the mid-wife was barely able to make it to the hospital. George had played poker that evening down at Kelly Moore's, and I had to call him to come home quickly. We called Dave and Wendy (George's parents) to come stay with Sylvie, and by the time we were in the car, I knew this baby was going to be with us soon. We had called the mid
We love our Sarah Grace dearly and look forward to a long lifetime of beautiful surprises and perhaps even a few rock concerts . . . Rock on, SG!!
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