Another year older and a couple of inches taller: there she goes, with her gold hair flying and a gap right in the middle of her teeth. No one can smile as big as a little girl –no one except me. I’m the lucky one who gets to be her Mom.
Happy Birthday, Morrigan. May each one make you as happy as you are today.
All My Love,
P.S. Happy birthday to you, too, Mr. Pratchett. 🙂