Everyday in PICU Dave and I talked about her smile. We missed it so much. This big ole smile that was surely formed by the big ole tongue she just had chopped off. We were terrified we wouldn't see it again. But then just 8 days post surgery there it was. She sat waiting patiently as I fumbled through the cabinets looking for those star shaped puffs she loves so much. The Hubs stood in front of her making silly faces to keep her occupied and then it happened! It was back! She was back! Our sweet happy girl.
And they just kept on coming.
The way her lips curl up on the corners just melts me!
My favorite is when her eyes smile too. Her Papa had a smile like that.
Oh yes, and a new tooth popped in while she was sedated last week. Four teeth at nine months. Much quicker than big brother!
Needless to day we are one big happy family. Couldn't be more grateful for every blessing that fills our life. Especially those embodied in our fun- size mini humans!
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