So it's almost been a week since we saw our Willa's face. It's still slowly sinking in. We put her pictures up on the fridge and we look at her hundreds of times a day. She's ours. Really, really ours.

I love her eyes. Or rather the expression in her eyes. She has spark. Like there's someone really wonderful and interesting underneath. She looks like she's ready to pop off that chair and do something outrageous.

Her nannies say she's extroverted, a good eater, and obstinate.