To the girl, who, at 2 months was sleeping through the night -- which I would like to claim was due to wise mothering, but really was just a gift from God because he knew that sleep was really needed to get through my otherwise long days -- who at 3 months old had quite literally been loved to pieces by 4 siblings and carried by the older kids as some helpless limp cat and thankfully through all of Bridger's hugs you came out unbruised and with all of your limbs still attached. . .
To the girl, who, at 4 months had me convinced that God sent me the most passive, mild and sweet little soul because that is what I thought I needed for my #5. And to the girl, who at 5 months, showed me that she was not a passive, mild little soul, but instead, saucy, sassy and spicy to boot. . . 
To the girl, that at 6 months, learned to crawl and motivated an adoring, slightly older brother to do the same and who at 7 months could crawl with him completely hanging on the back of her - dragging him along as she let out little grunts of exertion as she would progress slowly forward. . .
To the 8 month old girl that blessedly became the flexible go-with-the-flow child that lived through mounds of boxes and three homes until we finally got settled and never gave indication that her nap or feeding schedule was disrupted. . .
To the 9 month old that caused me three new gray hairs as her favorite game became "climb on the chair when mom isn't looking and stand up on it with no hands and when mom turns around just giggle". She still loves that game. I'm not quite a fan. . .
(you can see how a bear that is suckled every night like this eventually gets his name)
To the girl that at 11 months, could climb into her brother's wheelchair, rotate herself around into sitting and wheel herself around, including turning, all. . . by . . . herself. . .
To the girl who at 12 months discovered the fun of having an entire chocolate birthday cake to herself -- to do with what she pleases. . .
To this girl. . .
