My Baby

My baby turns 8 today.

  No, not that one.



 Not that one either.


 That one there!  My actual baby.

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. 

9 thoughts on “My Baby

  1. Happy birthday, Alyson junior! You and I have a lot in common, except the athletic, amazing, beautiful part, and of course I took 47 years to get to where you are at eight. Oh, and I burned the pancakes this morning. But apart from that…
    Many happy returns of the day!

  2. I beg to differ Lavenderbay..although I can’t vouch for your pancakes! Quite frankly we don’t know where this girl came from…the messy we get…but the rest is all her!

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