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Reason number three hundred and sixty eight I know that Birdie was always meant to be my child: feet custom made for flip flops. She's a California girl through and through.

I can't believe she is already two months old. The hair she was born with has fallen out and the new hair is coming in. It's still a little reddish, which happens to be reason number one hundred and four that I know she was meant to be mine.

I have a few things I forgot to say to her birth mom at the time of her birth so. . .

Dear B.,

Thank you for being so great. Thank you for getting great prenatal care. Thank you for being so gorgeous and passing along your fabulous genes. Thank you for giving Amelie her sweet nature. Thank you for letting me cut the cord. Thank you for letting me be the first to hold her. Thank you letting my entire family come to the hospital and meet you, even though you just went through labor and probably would have rather been left alone. Thank you for sharing your birth story with people so that other families might be able to receive the blessings of adoption. Thank you for being so normal and fun. Thank you for every pain and push you endured during labor. Thank you for being my friend.

Oh and thanks for cooking up a baby with flip flop toes. That was a nice touch.

I'm sure I'll think of more things to say later, but for now, kisses and hugs from all of us.

April