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Easily Amused

It is the very simple things that make Carly happy:

Nail polish
Loading the dvd player
Wearing a pretty dress - especially the shiny Sunday dresses on a non-Sunday
Twirling
Anything Princess related - no matter how small the relation
Shoes
Flushing a spider down the toilet (declaring afterward "Aww I lub him!)
Yogurt
Raiding the M&M jar
Josh
Mommy's jewelry box
Singing

It's the singing in particular that tickles me today. This morning - ok so it was more like afternoon - as I lay in bed trying to convince myself the nap was over, Carly played with mommy's doll, twirled and sang in Carly's way:

"A B C H I B L M N O Q R ESSS B V B Y and Z!"
"Light la la Closet Door Light Aaaaaa Window"
"I'm a little teapot, short and short, little pot short"

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I often times wonder if Carly would sing if things were different, if we didn't have her, if her birth mother had kept her. Would she be changed? Would the glorious, adventurous, precocious child that echoes her Grandma Annie's personality so effortlessly be anything less? Or more? I suppose the very fact that she is so much like Grandma Annie points to her belonging here.

But that doesn't mean I stop thinking about it. I sometimes shudder thinking what might have been. I am trying to be more grateful for what is.

And I will sing.

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Anonymous said…
She sings because she is happy and loved.

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