I mean, who can resist that scrunched up little face? Nobody. Especially these fine citizens who created you.
You came to us on March 11th, 1994 and 14 years have come and gone since that day.
And each and every day since then has been a little bit more memorable because you were there. Just c'mon and tell me that this doesn't brighten up your day:
When you came the family was complete and happy. We've had rough spots (duh), but it's been no problemo to get through them when you've got a family like ours.
I'm so very lucky to have a sister like you. One who's my best friend, who indulges me (if reluctantly), who I can lean on and who leans on me, and one who just makes everything fun.
I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. You're my rock, my guide, my very closest friend, and my very favorite person.
And you let me take photos of you! And guess what? They turn out amazing because you, Little Bird, are freakin' gorgeous.
you insited for a time that you were actually a changeling,
and, sure, you've got your head in the clouds sometimes,
but it's absolutely a good thing.
So . . .