6 years ago today a baby was born around 4:30 in the afternoon. She was the third born of three, the baby. For the first couple years her brothers played with her all the time and did whatever she told them too. When she was one her big brother would even open the front door when she wanted out and so her parents bought a deadbolt that needed a key even from the indside.
She was full of mischief from the start and you could tell those eyes had a plan.
But she was very helpful. Want the dishwasher unloaded? No problem.
Then she discovered jewelry.
And coffee (well, actually hot cocoa but at Starbucks)
And suddenly this morning I am no longer looking at my baby. Hand her some construction paper and a roll of tape and she'll give you back a birdcage or a new board game. She's creative and a little crazy and a complete ham. She has a boyfriend and (so his mother tells me) they've gotten "married". Today is his birthday too. Taking this picture this morning I had to admit that my little girl is a baby no longer and while I'm so very proud of her I'm also just a little sad. I was hoping she could be my baby for a while longer yet.
Happy Birthday, Little Miss. I love you!