My curly blonde turned 11 this month.
Here she is at 3 patiently waiting on the sidelines at Samantha's soccer game.

Here she is going off to her first day of preschool

Elise's entry into this world couldn't have been more perfectly orchestrated had we planned it!
Brad was in med school and had a test on Thursday, and they always got the day after a test off. So... Brad took his test Thursday came home, and in the wee hours of Friday morning (like 4am) my water broke (4 weeks early) and we went to the hospital. She was born around 11am and they took her to the special care nursery to watch her. She was due to be realeased from the nursery Saturday afternoon. Our dear friends the Salmon's showed up, then the Jarvis's came to visit, followed by the Glowa's just as they were releasing Elise from the nursery, so everyone (all 9 visitors at once) got to see the new baby. It is one of my most tender memories. Even though my family was thousands of miles away... I was surrounded with so much love and support, I couldn't have asked for more. We went home from the hospital on Sunday and Brad never had to miss a single day of school!
Here she is now... 11 years old!!