Not one.
Not five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.
Double that.
Her umbilical cord has long since fallen off.
She almost has a full set of teeth.
She can count and say the alphabet and sing songs.
She's the light of my life. The warmth in my heart. The annoyance in my upthrown hands. The kiss on my breath.
And she is this:
Silly. Goofy. Adorable. Mine.
Happy Birthday sweet girl. May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face...
I love you bunches.
Mama
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