Four

Four years ago, on Thanksgiving morning, I woke up early because I had to pee. After finishing my business, I walked back to the bedroom and felt this pop. And then a gush. And then we were on our way to the hospital, where, 10 hours later, this little muffinhead made her appearance in the world.

Expressing her opinion on the whole affair.
I heartily concurred. Umbilical cord wrapped
around her neck four times, blue baby, no crying
for several, long, heart-stopping minutes, and then
she was fine. Pink, crying, letting the world know
just how she felt.

Times were tough, but we did draw the line at baby soup...

...and she made it to her first birthday.

Two years old and a bit shell-shocked at the
arrival of the usurper a few months earlier.

At three, she was a ham for the camera.

Which hasn't changed in the past year.

Happy birthday my Boo. Even though you drive me mad at times, you still make my heart sing.