(Late, but never forgotten. For my firstborn daughter’s 10th birthday…)
I have a little “Mini Me” at home. She looks like I did as a child. She enjoys many of the same things I enjoy. And she’s very tender-hearted, as I was.
If you reprimand her, nine times out of ten, my tender heart’s face will fall, she’ll grow silent, and then she’ll take herself into solitary confinement for up to an hour.
If you give her a book, she’ll lose herself in it to the point of exhaustion, staying up too late and rising too early so that she can devour the words.
If you give her pen and a paper (or keyboard and a screen), she’ll string words together, weaving stories of characters she’s conjured in her imagination.
She’s not very concerned with fashion, but would rather wear what’s comfortable.
She despises team sports, favoring physical activities that are more of a personal challenge.
She loves deeply and unconditionally, gives generously, serves others with joy, and does things with excellence.
She’s a bit of a perfectionist, and she often struggles against the urge to completely give up if something isn’t going exactly right.
She cries at sad movies. She cries when she laughs. She sometimes cries just because she needs to cry.
There is something utterly amazing about watching so many aspects of yourself in the body of another human being.
She is my first-born daughter, this “Mini Me.” I love her with all my heart. She sometimes makes me crazy. I think she’s beautiful, both inside and out. And I thank God for placing her in my arms 10 years ago.
You are a blessing and a treasure, Abbey Dawn. Happy birthday!
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Happy birthday, Abbey!