It occurred to me that the last two picture posts I did were of Naomi or were Naomi related. So here are some pictures of Miriam. Fairness and all. I wouldn't want anyone to think I love one more than the other.
Differently, sure. But more or less? How can you quantify love that limitless?
At the same time, it's true that Miriam spends much more than her fair share of my patience. She's 2. She's always had that quality of being an adult in a new body, and at 2 that super-awareness leads to more fits of violent tantrum than the wise gazes that characterized her baby days.