Twelve

These birthdays, they just keep coming. My middle child is twelve.

I think I ask this every time, but it bears repeating.

How does this happen?

A study in contrasts.

Hates her name.

Makes us laugh.

(And sigh.)

Giving.

Funny.

Feisty.

And we love every bit of her. Happy Birthday, Liver Q.

Love,
Yo Mama

1 year ago:

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2 Responses to Twelve

  1. Is her actual birthday on 9/30? I turned the big 5-0 on the 30th – that combined with the fact that my middle child just turned 21 really makes me say, "JUST HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN!?"

  2. Yep, the 30th is her actual birthday. Congrats on your birthday, too! I have one ending in a "0" coming up next year.