If she knew I never posted about her 5th birthday a month ago (oops) she would never, ever forgive me.
So instead I’ll post about her Gotcha Day, the day, 5 years ago, that we brought her home to Florida. Her story is as wild as she is and sometimes I wonder if the unpredictability of those first few weeks somehow latched onto her and refused to let go, forever reappearing and keeping us constantly on our toes, never quite sure what she will do (or say) next.
To know her is to love her. What was life like before ZZ? I don’t know. Maybe because she’s exhausted me too much to remember. Or, more likely, because she’s brought so much life to our family that the past pales in comparison. She is everything we never expected and more, in all the best ways.