Happy Birthday Angel Eyes

My life changed 11 years ago, today. I met the most beautiful soul and gazed in the eyes of an angel.

Her father and I were blessed with:

10 perfect fingers...
10 perfect toes...
a cute little button nose...
a full head of dark hair...
and yummy soft cheeks.

My Sweetpea, my girl.


I've watched her take her first steps and heard her first words.
I've lived through the "I do MYSELF's" and "NONONONOs" (barely).


I've listened to her many, many, many versions of the "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes, and watched as she slept in my arms (I still watch her sometimes *sigh*).

I couldn't be prouder of her. She has a sharp mind, the curiosity of Alice in Wonderland (and her blue eyes - we're in for quite a few adventures...), a giggle and a snort that never fail to make me chuckle, a kind and thoughtful heart and some day she'll accomplish great things (like become head of the United Nations or raise her own little chicklets).


I can't say I'm ready for the pre-teens... not by a long shot. But time waits for no mother.

Soon enough I'll be at wits end with requests for cell phones (this has already started...) and "Mom, I NEED my driver's permit... "


and raids in my shoe closet... (this too has already started *sigh* - she'll be stealing my Guess wedges any day now)


My only wish is that she continues to stay true to herself. She has an awesome sense of what is good and right and I know she'll be just fine.

Go on, little wing, explore...


Discover new worlds...



Solve the mysteries of life...



But remember to bring your cape when you head out to save the world.







Bonne Fête mon trésor. Je t'aime.

"We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves"
- May Lamberton Becker