Maia Maia. What a little firecracker. I love the way she says “baby”, pronouncing it more like “bobby”. I love hearing her wake up by going through a checklist of people in her life, “Papa. Sissy. Tia. Doggy.” Speaking of which, I love how she notices every dog or bark she hears ever since having a visit from Tia and Ryan’s Jani. I love when she jumps on the bed with seemingly reckless abandon, but never falling off. She’ll get a gleam in her eye, pause, and free fall to her butt laughing, or lay out on her stomach like a center fielder diving to catch a line drive. I love how she gets a wild hair to throw one arm up in the air, the other straight back behind her and dance in a circle, going round and round. I love that she loves to dance. I love that she wants in on every hug Sarah and I share, coming up to our legs and squeezing them. I love how she puts her chin down being very serious, as if ashamed, just long enough to make you think she’s upset, but lifts her head up quickly and buzzes her lips followed by a big smile. I love how she scream-growls, “Pizzaaaaa!” or “Papaaaa!” I love how she says, “Aw foo!” when she’s “all full”. I love how she’ll be laughing and joking then drops her face to a dead-serious look out of nowhere, resuming her bright smile two seconds later. Such a jokester with impeccable timing, even at the ripe age of 1.5 years. I love listening to her sing in the back seat after we drop Keana off at preschool. I love her crazy high-pitched squeals, unleashing them by accident at first and being so astonished by their piercing volume and frequency, that she does it again and again, overjoyed at her talent. She is such an amazing addition to our family and I could never imagine a world without her.