Dear Audrey aka LaLa

I have decided that you may never answer to your given name, because Gram and I make up new names for you daily. First you were Peanut Butter, and that got inevitably shortened to Peanut. But, lately, you have been LaLa. It has sort of stuck to you. Gram sings La - LA and says "hey...Lala!" and now...well...Audrey you are Lala.

You are such a funny little girl. You smile so big in the morning and laugh more often.

This weekend, you made it through 5 hours of apple harvest festival without a peep. You love to look around and face outward now. You recognize me from across the room and it warms my heart.

I can talk to you and you babble back a little, sometimes it is like we are holding a real conversation.

Lala, you are such a beautiful soul...I see it already shining through in your eyes. I experienced a taste of it today when I held you in my arms and walked through the lobby and into the main worship venue at church and you suddenly stilled and stared upward, like God himself was speaking to you, like you knew the song of worship the choir was singing. As with all things that center around you, it brought tears of JOY to my eyes. Your soul remembers the potters hands.

Love,

Mommy