Why on earth do these kids keep insisting on growing up? 14 years ago today, she came into my life - a week late (and she’s been late ever since!) and almost 10 pounds of bouncing baby girl. My joy, my trial, my partner in all things of the snarkilicious variety… my daughter. My First Daughter.
Every day is a treat, a delight in something new. She’s sensitive, caring, smart, snarky, bitchy, delightful, open, daring, strong, sassy. She’s everything I could have asked for and more. Fourteen years. Seems like yesterday…
Happy Birthday, Snarkette. I love you.
PS. Please try to keep from killing the budget as I pay for that phone, huh? TIA!
