Another Year Taller

Tomorrow when I wake up, my baby girl will be nine years and one hour old.

Kids are the greatest lesson ever invented. As my mother warned both my sister and I, having a daughter is the most amazing challenge and gratifying experience a mother can have. So far her words have been proven true. Headstrong like every other woman in my family (and after a few in her dad's too!), she definitely marches to the beat of her own drum. For pretty much every minute of the last nine years, she's kept me on my toes, even when she wasn't right under my nose (or feet).

Now she is truly coming into a new age, a silly, leggy skinny thing with a voice we all recognize as a cross between Greta Garbo and Ed Asner. She somehow dances along with the winds of fate. By that, I mean, on a path paved with bird poop, she is humming and dancing along to the tune in her head (it could be anything, really) and still manages to miss the poop every time. Lordy if only we all had that skill.

Blessings on you, little one, getting taller every day. I know you'll stay forever young.