I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?

It's October already. The leaves have begun to change color, and fall from the trees with the changing season. Waking up at seven-thirty seems to get a little harder, without the early morning sun... and with it the undeniable chill.

Today Becca is eighteen months old.
As the baby stages have become a thing of the past, toddlerhood welcomes so many new and exciting surprises. For the first time I am able to get a glimpse of her world, as her personality unfolds right before my eyes.

On many occasions she has caught us off guard... Dave and myself exchanging glances, our mouths open with shock. Lately it's the sweet, soft 'Night, night. Love you' That blows me away. It melts my heart.