I Look Happy.

Something's been bothering me. A special, special memory I forgot to put on Sissy's birthday list. I can never let us forget it, so I better just do another post for it all to itself.

For several months during Ponder's two-year-old year she was in the habit of climbing up into one of our laps, wrapping her arms around our necks, giving her biggest smile and saying in her raspy little Sissy voice,

"I look happy."

Dramatic pause.

"Because I belong to you."

There. I feel better now.

I look happy too, Baby Sissy. Very, very happy.