Little Cate is now 4.5 months old. Hard to believe that time has passed this quickly. While she and big brother Nicholas have very similar genomes, she is quite different. There are obvious physical dissimilarities. Her hair is lighter. His eyes are bigger, and his eyelashes are eat your heart out longer. Yet, despite very similar styles of upbringing (save the variable of having a big brother), she is clearly her own person. Cate is incredibly verbal and has a smile which can turn even this old heart of stone to mere pebbles. Nicholas, on the other hand, was quiet and not very expressive at the same age.
I often wonder what kind of woman she will be when she grows up. I hope that I raise her to believe in herself, to value her own self-worth, and to not let obstacles stand in her way. They say that one does not appreciate "glass ceilings" until one has a daughter of one's own, but I hope those ceilings are much higher or non-existent by the time Cate becomes a woman. Regardless of their height, I know that this one, who is a pistol in the true sense of the world, will not let anyone hold her back! This much I can say at the age of 4.5 months. Nature and nurture be damned. She will become the person whom she will become.
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