This girl. Today she is 12.
She has a way about her. A way of including everyone. A way of making me laugh with only the slightest of sideways glance. A curiosity of the world and compassion for things bigger than big and smaller than small. A way of letting things roll of her back. But the ability to communicate clearly and effectively when something does bother her.
She cracks me up and knows it. Just yesterday we were walking the dogs down the street and she was lagging behind. I turned to say some brilliant mom thing like, "Hurry up! I haven't got all day" only to find her dancing an exaggerated jig. My brilliance evaporated and I was left with a deep belly laugh and so much love I busted a move right there with her.
Lately her and I have been playing a condensed soccer-like game in the afternoons. Usually while just her and I are home. And we laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
Just being with her makes me feel sparkly. Not because she casts glitter around. It's just her way.
Happy Birthday Licious.
I love you to the moon and back.