Emily.

She was always such a pretty girl.

Nobody like her in the world.

A little piece of heavenly that no one else could stand.

I see her in my dreams at night.

I see her when I close my eyes.

I just can't seem to shake, Emily.

I've been around a lot of very cute little girls named Emily lately. This one in particular has been such a sunshine in my life:

She, like Claire is 1 and a half.  I have been beyond blessed with little ones around this age in my life lately.  They just warm my heart with everything they do at this age.  My favorite thing about her is her joy.  She gets so happy by the simplest things.  She calls Cheerios "Cho's" and whenever I gave her a handful she would say "thank you! Cho's...happy?" and I would say "Cho's make you happy?" and she would yell "Yes!"  This is the purest form of happiness.  Joy found in Cheerios.  She also calls pizza "paaahtaaah" which is unbelieveably adorable.