Messing with my blog here. I need to get my husband. My computer skills make me want to weep.
I found that photo of Julia and it made me melancholic for spring. I am very happy on the other hand that Julia is four now and not two anymore. That was a year of tantrums such as I pray we will never see again. You would never think it to see her all sweetly wrapped up in that blanket. . . . .