Victor, my husband.  I still love him, after seven years of being together.  We met seven years ago this month.  See those eyes?  Those are the eyes that looked into mine that night and told me he would marry me.  I was sure that I had just met a lunatic.  Turns out - I just met a very determined man.  A very determined man who was determined to marry me.  And marry me he did.

This is Sarai and I on Monday, right after she'd had her hair washed.  Wonder where she gets that hair from?  LOL!  She's grinning fit to burst because it was the first time in her life that she's managed to get her hair washed and conditioned without shrieking.  She decided that, with a new year looming, it was time to "girl up" and get through the hairstyling process without all the crying.  Yay, Mumma!  She also decided that she wants to add a nickname to her already very long list.  She would like to be called "Butterfly."  I think that's a fitting name for my little one - she's changing constantly, much to my delight and pain.

There they are: the two biggest loves of my life.  I wouldn't sell them for a million, bajillion dollars.