eleven.

Dear Baby Faces,

People told you love would get richer and more amazing, but you had no idea how.  You couldn't comprehend loving more than you already did. All you knew were the hopes and dreams you were willing to work for no matter what. What you didn't know, was that every bump, every bruise, every child, every laugh, every dream come true, made your heart stretch bigger.  And then there was more room for love. Eleven years more love.

And oh, it is so grand.

Kissing the moon....

Sarah