Happy birthday, Mabel!

Because she was breech for the entire nine months she spent growing inside of me, Mabel was born with the most delightfully perfect head and beautiful rosy cheeks. Once she started sleeping through the night (many, many, many months later), she never gave us a moment's trouble, and she hasn't to this day. She is dependable and honest, sympathetic and kind. She is generous and caring, and is a true blue friend. If you need her, you will most likely find her in the midst of a stack of books (she is an avid reader), or working on a story (I'm sure she'll be a published author someday), or playing with Oliver and Stella (all of their games seem to hinge on her involvement). As scared as I am to one day be the mother of teenagers, I know that she will go easy on us. I feel so lucky to be her mom, and I can't wait to see the woman she is becoming.

Happy 11th birthday, Mabel! We love you!