Today Elizabeth turned nine. It's difficult when I look at this half-grown girl not to see all the children she was before to me. I still see the shadow of the little one who wore her favorite Bob the Builder shirt every day to school. Or the four year old who requested to have her hair cut into a buzz cut, so she could be just like her best friend Robbie. The Star Wars fanatic who wouldn't wear pink, thus eliminating most of the hand-me-downs in her closet. The stubborn child who has ever refused to hold my hand for any reason other than affection, the child who takes her time and the world be damned, the child who seemed born knowing how to stand up for what she believes. And someone who is possibly the happiest person I have ever met. While the rest of the world broods, Elizabeth sings. Elizabeth, who was born Erin, but decided that she wanted a different name and sticks stubbornly by that decision.
Happy Birthday, Elizabeth. I hope she's just as happy these next nine years.
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