It's Friday the 13th. And a full moon. But neither of those things scare me. You know what scares me?
It's my daughter's birthday today.
Eleven years ago, our family was completed. My sweet little girl came into the world - two weeks late, which should have been an omen to us that she would never be on time again. Eleven years, many trips to the ER and other assorted health care professionals (this is the child that stuck a makeup wedge up her nose, mind you), and my daughter is another year closer to growing up and moving on.
She's had a big upheaval with the move - she makes it clear on a regular basis that she misses her friends in MA and she doesn't want to be here in VA. Of course, she'll then beg to be brought over to the HOA pool or to go ride her bike in the subdivision with her gang of friends, so I think the protestations are becoming more for show.
It's been one crazy ride, but I wouldn't miss this for anything.
Happy birthday, honey. I love you!
That is all.