Four

Four years ago right about now I was coming out of the anesthesia. What a day.

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And what a ride these four years have been. What a bright, brave, beautiful, headstrong, funny, generous, and loving child she is. There are a lot of moments when I think that I don’t deserve such a sweet little girl. Then there are the moments when I wonder if I’m raising an ax murderer. You know, the way parents do.

Happy birthday, tootsie pop. I love you so, so much.

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