One.

I heard the above poem on my mission at women's conference. I remember writing it down and tucking it in my heart to save for later. When I was pregnant, I began to relate to the words, but I can tell you that today, exactly one year after the birth of my daughter, they ring truer than ever.
She may have come and limited every worldly thing I hold dear, but when I sneak into her room to see what position she fell asleep in, I would not trade any of it for anything. Instead, I will wear her teething rings on my wrist and swim in her navy blue eyes. For now, anyway.

One year since her birth, here are few of Georgia's favorite things:

Dad

Hummus

Dance music

Dancing

Stuffed animals

Dolls

Anything with SUGAR

Bath time and swimming

The library

Cousins and neighbor kids

Being chased

Being tickled

Having someone say: "You're sooo preeeetty"

And some not so favorite things:

The first 3 days of learning something new (like rolling over, crawling, etc)

Green beans

Getting her fingernails clipped

Getting her nose wiped

Pretty much anything I do to keep her clean besides dump her in the bath

The first 5 minutes of her morning nap

When someone takes something she is holding

When we block her out of the kitchen

Men who are not her dad, or grandpa(s)