You're been waiting for so long that it almost doesn't seem real, and then, all of a sudden, you have her.

She likes to dance and splash in the water, and she loves being outside.

At first, it was hard to tell her personality, because of the jet lag. And she was sick.

She latched onto the boys right away. She really lights up around kids - the younger the better. She loves Sam.

One day it hit me: Truest friends, God bless their hearts, could not care less. They love you, they're pleased you're getting married and, ultimately, they don't give a fig how you get it done.

No one uses a ribbon typewriter any more, but your final draft is not the time to try to wring a few more sheets out of your inkjet cartridge.