Our beautiful. talented, smart, and modest* Erin turns 14 today. When she was born, she marched to the beat of a different drummer, deciding to make her entrance on 2-3-02 instead of 2-2-02 -- a date which Kitty and I (and perhaps her mother) thought would be a cool birthdate. Aside from that little glitch, Erin has been absolutely perfect to our unbiased, grandparently eyes. Her mother's eyes, admittedly, roll when she thinks about having her as a teenager for another six years. Christina really shouldn't worry because by that time she'll be ruling the world.
Our special girl serenades us beautifully on the flute. She knocks our socks off with her wonderful (and self-taught) nail designs. (In Kitty's case, the socks are literally knocked off when Erin designs her toenails). Someday she will realize that her wondrous headful of curls will be something she will cherish.
So a super-cheery Happy Birthday to you, Erin. We love you and are very proud of the young woman you have become and the magnificent person you are becoming.
*We know she's modest because she will only admit to being 'awesome," not "awesomely awesome." She's 14; give her time.