Happy Birthday Miss A.

Today my youngest daughter turned eight. She is already showing signs of changing from a little girl to a young lady.

I had two different pairs of pants clean this morning. She tried on the first pair and they were too tight! They fit two weeks ago. It was the same with the second pair.

We finally got lucky and found a pair in the bottom drawer that fit with a belt. She found the belt.

I wanted to say some words about Miss A in honor of her birthday.

She has a keen sense of justice. (That's not fair!)

She is a huge help with her brother.

She kicks my ass when we play Memory.

She loves to win.

She cries like Lucy Ricardo.

She is dramatic.

She is very tall.

She tells me she never wants to move out, even when she grows up.

She already has her future husband picked out.

She got in trouble for having a fist fight with him at school on Tuesday.

She hates dresses and skirts.

She hates dolls.

She likes my gluten-free bread.

Yesterday she wrote me a note that said, "I love you as much as the whole world. Don't forget it."

I love her.