From the minute I learned I was having a daughter, I started to feel like I had a secret to hide. The truth is, I knew what a precious gift a daughter would be, and I've never felt like I've deserved it. It's like that feeling you got as a kid when Grandma would sneak you that cookie before dinner. You walk around with a smug smile, looking at the faces around you who have no idea what you just got away with. Tatum is my secret prize. No one knows what an undeserved gift she is, or how awe-struck I become when I see the way God has knit together such a complex, beautiful child. It's no secret that life with Tatum is full of ups and downs, but as she and I cross these hurdles together, she offers me a wide-open window into myself. Most of the time, all of that refining of her character, hits me square between the eyes. I become a better person, simply by doing the job- a gift indeed.
She's also wildly different from me in a million wonderful ways. She loves music- all music. Somehow music seems to saturate her, and instantly become a part of who she is. She gets that from her Daddy. She knows practically every word to every princess song in every princess movie- even the wordy ones. She sings her lungs out in the car... asking me to turn down the volume so she can hear herself. I can't let on that I'm listening- or she'll stop. She's mostly a reluctant performer- you have to catch her in the act. She's a girly-girl to the extreme, and usually goes through at least four wardrobe changes a day...
Here is a day-in-the-life of Tatum this week... Princess #1
Princess #2
Princess #3
And when you just can't decide, wear four dresses at once! 
Tatum Lane, we love you sweet girl. And it's joy to watch you be YOU every day!
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