One

Where did that year go? How is it that my last baby is no longer such a baby? How did you go from that complacent newborn that resembles a tiny flying nun to a stubborn little girl with a (very sharp) toothy grin that can stand and laugh and make things happen through your own force of will?

I mourn each day as it passes at the same time I celebrate the person you're becoming.

Happy Birthday Stinky!