Feliz Aniversario, menina Erin! Pretty baby, the day you came was a blessed day. You learned to charm people with your tiny little smiles even before you were a month old. Everybody was fighting for their turn to carry you around even when you weighed over seven pounds. (Yup, you were heavy.) Everyone was oohing and aahing whenever you were in the room. That was nine years ago. Today, you've grown up to be a lovely little lady and you remain as charming as when you were a tiny tot. I wish you all the blessings and great possibilities in the world, not-so-little-anymore Erin.
I love writing nonsensical stuff, reading sappy love stories, snapping pretty sunsets, gobbling green tea froyo, pinching babies' chubby cheeks, and lip-syncing to The Beatles songs.