Isabelle Marie

12 years ago, I had my 5th child. I can easily say it was my hardest pregnancy and most difficult birth. My sweet little Isabelle Marie. She was born at home during the day. She entered  the world sucking her two forefingers and twirling her hair. Quite painful. It was the only birth I literally begged Kandi for some tylenol.

I can remember the first time I heard her laugh the kind of laugh that comes from a baby's belly. She was in her little infant seat on the floor, and the boys had moved her to the end of the hall. They were taking turns running and jumping over her, and when they were in mid air above her, she would giggle. My Bellie.

She has had stitches twice in her face, and she broke her arm very badly when she was 3. My girl has always tried to keep up with the older kids. She has  always been the little one that could not win a fight, but she could destroy or hide your property. Poor Kameron. I still get sinking feelings when someone can't find their keys or phones or shoes or anything of value. She's a minx.

I love her spirit. I love that she is a happy, sweet little angel of a girl. No lie. She is a ray of sunshine. I love my girl. Happy Birthday, Isabelle. I love you with all my heart.