A few weeks ago, I had a friend over for lunch. She came with her beautiful baby girl, Lucy. Though Lucy and Amira are exactly the same age, they couldn’t be more different.
Lucy’s mom said to me, “Her word is ‘Placid’. As long as she is fed, she is perfectly content to just sit there and be happy.” And it was true. Lucy wasn’t up for crawling or rolling around or getting to things. She was beautiful and happy, just sitting in one spot, laughing and playing with whatever was rolled her way.
We pondered over a word for Amira. We threw around spunky, spirited and vivacious, but none of those really felt right to me.