Isabella is one month old today. What a month it has been. She went to the beach. She went on the river. She met all the great grandparents. She’s met most aunts and uncles. She smiles. She cries. Her poops are getting bigger. She’s sleeping slightly more at night. She’s growing. I keep trying to take it in slow motion, but it’s flying by. I can’t wait until she can swim, until I can take her fishing, until I can play sports with her, until she can talk. I thank God for all that he has me, Anna, Isabella, families, health, livelihood.