Ava is 10 months old. She is beautiful.
Her chubby cheeks are kissable.
Her hair has a sweet curl that compels us to rub her head at every opportunity. Her breathing is raspy at times, which is a relief, since it means she's resting, breathing and still with us.
Her sisters bring her their "kiki's" and dollies and sing sweet songs to her. She sits with us most of the day, and sleeps near us at night.
We snuggle her whenever we have the urge. And through it all, she sleeps.
We live for the moments when she opens her eyes ever so slightly and we can pour into them all the love and affection and adoration we have for her.
These moments are fewer lately. And we treasure them all the more.