Somewhere, tucked away, I have old birthday cards and hand written letters from grandparents and friends and my mom and dad. Several times over the last two years I have thought, “I should sit down and write that little girl a letter,” not to make excuses, but you do keep me pretty busy. Anyway, it’s amazing how little things like that can mean so much later on when you turn 16 and 18 and 21 and 25 and 30, or you are heartbroken, or you feel lonely, or you have a sweet little girl of your own. Someday I hope you have a box of things like that tucked away, or at least a link to some old blog saved on every electronic device you own. You are smart and beautiful and funny and loved, and not a day passes that I don’t marvel at the wonder that is you. Thank you for making my life so rich. Happy Birthday!