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My Girl: Katie

I’m talking about my nieces this week. Next up is Katie. Katie is P.O.D.’s second daughter.

Curly Katie

I met Katie minutes after she was born. Truthfully, I accidentally saw her being born. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Course. I wasn’t the one giving birth so what do I know?

I was the second, maybe third person to hold Katie. She was all bundled up in a receiving blanket. All you could see was her face. Oh! What a face!

Katie had the most perfect rosebud lips you have ever seen. She was like a princess out of a fairy tale. I was mesmerized.

Of course, I fell in love. P.O.D. had to make me hand her over. It didn’t occur to me to let other family members hold Katie.

What? I thought you knew. It’s not in my nature to share. Write that down. You may need it again someday.

Camping Katie

As you know, by the time Katie was born, I was pretty much reconciled that having my own children wasn’t in my future. At least, not without medical intervention. (I later learned that it would take some heavy duty medical intervention if I wanted kids. That’s a story for a different day.)

Back to my Katie Bug.

Mean Marie & Katie

Katie was a sweet baby. She didn’t cry very much. Even as a toddler, Katie didn’t throw many temper tantrums. She just did what she wanted to do regardless of what you wanted her to do. If anyone cried it was the adult, in frustration.

Katie is still stubborn. I bet she always will be. I have NO idea where she gets that.

*whistles*

Katie also has an awesome sense of humor. She is hilarious. The thing is, Katie doesn’t realize she’s being funny til she cracks you up.

Vogue Katie

Don’t tell her I said that.

What?

Katie reads this blog?

No

Oh.

Well.

Katie, my love, you are precious to my heart. I can’t imagine a world without you. Even though:

You have rosebud lips and I want rosebud lips.

You are hilariously funny and I love funny.

You have beautiful brown eyes.

You want my Addison ‘when I’m done with her’.

Katie is a sweetheart. I am crazy mad for her. She is a darling child with a sharp mind. I hope she grows up to be assured of her intelligence, her beauty and her heart.

I love you Katie Bug!

Close Up Katie

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