She's 11 today. Eleven years ago, the doctors pulled all 9 pounds of her out of me. She was a week early with a scheduled c-section. I wonder how big she would've been if she'd come on her own.
This beautiful girl of mine who taught her older autistic brother how to play when she was one.
This beautiful girl who is transformed when she dances into the most graceful ballerina ever (in my very humble biased opinion). Otherwise? She's quite clumsy.
This tween. This princess. This sister. This fashion maven.
This sweet girl who is my first daughter. I know we'll be the greatest of friends when she's older.
Happy birthday, my love.