Life, Writing, Weirdness

On this day, a certain number of years ago, during what most people would consider a lunch hour, my oldest daughter was born.

While it probably won’t be too hard for you to figure out who that is if you really want to, I’ve tried to make the habit stronger in recent years to let my children have their own internet presence. I may mention them frequently, but not often by name. I’d rather they forge their own stories. We’ll be celebrating her birthday in whatever way seems appropriate to her.

As far as this post goes, happy birthday, Little One. I’m excited for the path you’re on and can’t wait to see where you have it take you. Be well.

(Clearly not a Day of Birth picture, but one of my favourites.)