I was “blessed” enough to attend a 1 year old’s birthday party last week. The only “real” reason I was there was to support my friend Lina through a bunch of screaming rowdy children. Don’t get me wrong people; I absolutely love children (especially the birthday boy, baby David) however, I knew this one party would consist of rowdy, mischevious little boys between the ages of 1-6 and I had to mentally prepare myself for it. In any case, my friend Amy, who just had a baby three days before Christmas brought her best Christmas gift of all with her: her new daughter Isabella (or baby Izzy as I like to call her). I don’t know if it’s because she was the only “lil princess” there or because she was the smallest; but I just fell in love. Not that I wasn’t already. I fell in love with her during her first 24 hours on earth, but this time we got some good face time and I enjoyed being with her. She’s an excellent baby and didn’t cry one bit. Not even when Clarence, a friend of the group, but a (big macho football player) GUY, nonetheless, held her, rocked her, sang to her and even made her stand on her lil tippy toes and “dance”. It’s just so funny because I don’t have children, but as soon as you get around a child, the instincts just naturally appear. I could have held her all day long. The second picture is me afterwards, proud of my maternal efforts. Some day…a long time from now…maybe it’ll be my own.