or the one where summer grows up.
my morning person. my helper. comfortable and cozy and clean. reading books, chatting with friends, listening to music. she knows all the words to all the songs by ajr, and she can't pick a favorite anything. no drama (as long as there are no shots). acing (the highest level) math. two and a half inches shorter than her mom (and counting every inch).
still on her tiptoes. still looking out for the underdog. still without guile, and still believing the best in people.
but my baby no more.
happy birthday, beauty! may your forthcoming teen years be kind to you, and may you spread that kindness around.
