On weekends when she has coffee with her great-grandpa (a splash of coffee in a cup of warm milk), she saves half for me. This happens without fail. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, she sets it on the nearest side table or puts it in my hand. "Here Mommy, this is for you." I know she wants to finish it, but she's always thinking of someone else. That's the heart of my Natalia. Sweet. Kind. Precious. We've been blessed with another birthday, and it feels so good. My baby is seven. Oh yes, life is grand.