12



She came early.
She created a comparatively short labor.

She used to suck her thumb.
She used to carry a pink blanket everywhere.
She used to spin in circles whenever I'd play Pearl Jam music.
She used to sit in my lap when I read the paper.

She is pink/purple girly.
She snuggles.
She dances.
She gets up early.
She adores animals.
She is a musical eclectic.
She is witty.
She is bright.
She is self-assured.
She makes me coffee and knows how I like it.

I could go on.

And on.

And on.

She was born 12 years ago today.
I remember it like it was yesterday.

I adore her.
I love her.
And there is no present I can give her greater than the joy her life has given me.

Happy 12th birthday, Shelby!
Happy birthday.