My baby turns 8 today.
She is creative and athletic and messy and funny and smart and she can make pancakes from scratch all by herself. She knows which herbs are which even when the garden is dark. She is amazing. And 8 years ago when I first looked into her weird, puffy face and she told me off with a scowl that looked just like Aunt Edna’s, I knew she would be beautiful and amazing and that my life would never be the same again.