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so it's been 13 months and change since the e.l.f. arrived, and i find it difficult to remember any previous life. this eve-sie delights and lights any room that i share with her. i've been reminiscing, here alone in the apartment waiting for my christmas bus. firstly i remember all of our lovely, lovely friends, generous to a fault on stipends and softly eager to hold this child. 13 months ago, i remember already starting to think about remembering -- stumbling into the hospital room with my new tattoo, unable to sit, strutting proudly with my new daughter. but more than that, i remember how many wanted to meet eve so soon. so this post partially exists as a continuation of the strut, because i just can't get over how much i love this pups. it also exists as a testament to eve's community -- this child has had eyes for friends from birth, and knows you by sight. she's babbling constantly, flagrantly (and momma and poppa are cleaning up their language in accordance with her new-found skills) but i know i speak for her when i say: "Hi! Hi! Hideedee!". and i'm sure she also says i love you, and merry christmas -- because this pups owns my guts, and that's what my guts are saying, too.