Happy Birthday Squnnie

Today, at the exact moment that this blog post is scheduled to go live, my angry little midget will be 8 years old.

Eight! How did that happen?

She'll be in third grade this year. She's reading chapter books now. And she has her own very unique sense of style.

She's mouthy, and irritating, and frustrating, and exasperating, and she's my little girl.

My little girl who's not so little anymore.

My little girl who's growing up. Growing up too quickly.

Makaya after her dance recital last week.

Happy Birthday, Midget. We might not get along, but I do love you, and I wish nothing but happiness for you. 

Love,

Mama 

xoxo