happy, happy birthday, my happy, happy girl
They do not make them any sweeter than you. ….. What a year, my big girl. Friday morning, on the ninth of July, as I stretched out across the sheets, buried my head in the pillow to block out the summer morning light, and rolled from my side of the bed to your dad’s –…
exciting on so many levels
I’m actually typing this on my own computer – it’s still in the process of being put back together, but there are signs of life again, and that’s a very positive thing. I’m also waiting on the last thing in the oven to finish baking. It’s nearing midnight on the baby’s first birthday, but we’ve…