Today Ella asked me when her birthday is. I told her March 6. She repeated it over and over all day to everyone we came in contact with. "My birthday is March 6." Over and over, to about 8 different people at the grocery store, to the bank teller, to the amish girl selling us strawberries at the market, to the new girl at Daddy's work, to just about anyone who would listen to her.
Good thing she is cute as a button or it might get a bit annoying. Instead it made me smile every time and made me so thankful that Elliott works so hard so I can enjoy every precious moment with her.