Lyla, you are now 3 months old. You smile at me and it lifts my soul. You lie your head on my shoulder and I don't ever want to let you go. You babble and coo and I feel like I understand every sound you make. You have brought your father and I so much joy and happiness, I get on my knees and thank God for you. I hope you always know how loved you are and how important you are.

We made a wish, and you came true.


Love,
Momma