I wanted to post pictures from her day of birth, but instead I'll post a set of picture of the last day of her being 4. I caught her outside "writing in her journal." It was a perfect afternoon. I wonder if there is a little poet trapped inside of her waiting to get out...just as soon as she masters handwriting and spelling. I won't suggest it to her, because then she'll never ever write a poem. Sometimes she is reminds me so much of myself, it hurts. However, she is funnier, smarter, and more daring than myself. She has a great life in front of her. Just as soon as she has her granola.
Happiest of birthdays to you, my dear daughter.
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Happy happy birthday, Suzana!
Happy BIrthday, dear Suzana. You are so lucky to have a mom (and dad, of course) who loves and understands you so well. (This post moves me to tears. What a sweet portrait on the last day of being 4. Time moves so fast- the last day of being four in this home seems ages ago, and reading you, Barbara, I do miss it more than I realized.) Please keep writing- we love your blog!
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