"I think today's my lucky day", Gianna says while I'm typing at this very moment. The three of us are still in our pajamas, huddled in a circle on my bed sharing an apple while we wait and hope for a tooth to come out. With each bite there's an "Ouch!", but she assures me it's worth it. Anticipation, excitement, and a few tears (mama's, of course).
Gianna got her first baby tooth at four months. I remember the moment I saw it. I remember jumping up and down and taking video footage. I know I'll remember this moment too, but this time three of us will be jumping up and down. Everything is special when you have children. Everything.