September has been a bit of a rough month, just like last September was. Not just for me, either. Relationships, friendships, jobs, and lives have all ended this month within my circle of friends. Such is life, I know, but it seems a touch more concentrated this month.
However, to balance it all out is the anniversary of the best thing I have ever been (half) responsible for. Twelve years ago today, my daughter was born. I look at her today and cannot believe that squirmy warm little loaf of cute that smelled like milk has grown into a bright-eyed and thoughtful young lady with dreams and opinions and (best of all) a will and a mind all her own. Amazing.
Happy Birthday, Sophia.
However, to balance it all out is the anniversary of the best thing I have ever been (half) responsible for. Twelve years ago today, my daughter was born. I look at her today and cannot believe that squirmy warm little loaf of cute that smelled like milk has grown into a bright-eyed and thoughtful young lady with dreams and opinions and (best of all) a will and a mind all her own. Amazing.
Happy Birthday, Sophia.
She had a great birthday, I hope, and I thank you on her behalf for the good wishes.