This morning when Emily walked down the stairs after waking up in the morning, I was awestruck by how big my baby is getting. This happens occasionally when I'm not expecting it. I'll glance over and suddenly be close to tears as I look at her, blown away by how beautiful she is, or by the sheer size of her. The other day I was folding laundry, looking at her pants and wondering how they fit her legs. They seemed impossibly long. This girl and I, we've had our share of battles lately. Perhaps a taste of what's to come as she gets older, I'm not sure. She has a strong will, she pushes a lot, and I push back. She tries my patience on a daily basis it seems, but sometimes when I look at her face, that all fades away. She's simply perfection, my Emily.