At first glance, you may not notice anything out of the ordinary in that picture.
But, if you look closely, you'll see 10 extra toes.
I met her when she was 2.
The first time she came to visit, we had no idea how to get her stroller down the escalator. (In case you're wondering, you DON'T. You take the elevator instead.)
Over the past 12 years, we've planned every family vacation with her in mind...from camping on Chincoteague Island to Williamsburg to Disneyland to Montana, and, most recently, Seattle .
Jason helped her build her first snowman, took her fishing, and taught her how to ride a bike. She was visiting on the day I gave birth to Sugar 4 weeks early (surprise!), and then 2 years later, on the day Sugar was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
She has spent several Christmases with us...I love those visits.
There are details that don't really matter, but basically her parents never married. In fact, Spice and Jason haven't ever lived in the same state. She was born before I met her father, and he never tried to hide her from me. I knew about Spice from the first night her dad and I met at Murphy's Grand Irish Pub on King Street in Old Town Alexadria, VA.
I love her...and I'm honored to be her step-mother.
She was my navigational-partnah when we needed to drive 40 minutes from my father-in-law's house to my sister-in-law's house during our vacation. For the record, we got lost once...but figured it out - ehum - after stopping to refill the gas tank. I loved having her there with me. We climbed Tiger Mountain together. (Okay, maybe she made it to the top faster than I did, but I got there eventually.) I've watched her grow from a monkey-bar swinging kid to a make-up wearing teenager. Every second has been a blessing.
Spice completes us.
This picture always sticks in my head when I think about Spice as a little girl.
PS -- You can read a little more about Spice HERE.