Eighteen years ago I spent 5 weeks on bed rest before 2 days of labor to bring you into the world. You made me a mother and rooted me to the earth. How strange and wonderful it all was...not to mention exhausting.
You're the big sister who can be sweet (or not so sweet, I guess that makes you normal.)
You've always had self-confidence and a style all your own.
I love you even when you're scowling.
You've always had spunk and sass in surplus.
Happy birthday, kiddo. What a journey it has been so far.