Happy Birthday, Young Lady!

  I can no longer call her my little girl. She is a young lady, with sparkling brown eyes and a sensitive spirit. Her laugh is contagious, her sense of humor well developed, (well really, does she have an option?) and she's at an age where i can meet her eyes across a room and share a private joke. The kinds of jokes that only friends can understand.

  She's beautiful and i'm prejudiced. I'm ok with that.


 I love her. Seriously love her.


 And she's fourteen today.

Happy Birthday, sweet Emily!