I'm loving this girl. Two women stopped by as I sat with the three kids eating lunch at an outdoor patio. They stopped and babbled about Hazel's "so-aware" gaze and her "old soul". They are spot on. Her head is constantly turning to find the source of all the sounds that surround her--Lucy's high-pitched screech and Seth's bare feet slaps splattering across the wood floor. My voice, Craig's smile: these are her world and she is most obviously anxious to decipher its meaning. Should I tell her [this deciphering] will take her whole lifetime? No, just kisses for now.