July 3...My Other Birthday

On July third last year our doctor told us that we were going to have a baby. If you think about it, this time last year (which seems so long ago) everything about Ruth was already there, just a lot smaller. The genes existed for her arms, personality and eye color. She already had a heartbeat, even though we couldn't hear it. Now, she lets everyone know she is in the room either by laughing, talking or screaming her head off. (I hear that is a trait she got from her father.)