April Fool

This girl turned four on the first!

She's our Delight-- a grab bag of storm and sizzle and grins that only a Pixie could produce. Given the dazzling chance, we wouldn't trade her for a million elephants.

Four years ago, one nurse barked "Stop pushing!" while another closed my fingers around a pen. I hadn't been admitted to the hospital because most were certain that our baby wouldn't arrive for a while. My midwife sped back to the hospital as Annika executed her first and most glorious trick-- her own birth-- and shot into the hands of a delighted nurse. It was with this auspicious beginning that John and I first met her in the flesh, and later in the dark and silent room, we smiled over her and mulled on the best name for our little Fool.



Annika Arden, you are full of grace, and you burn with enthusiasm.
We named you well, and we love you better.
Happy Birthday!