My daughter, not me. And I’m still alive. A few more gray hairs (when I
let my hair get long enough to see them) but overall, I’d have to say that
every year has been more awesome than the last.
Here are things I’m
looking forward to in 2016: reading for herself, writing more than just her
name, going to the bathroom by herself (more often), Rogue 1, the Chevy Bolt
(no, I’m not getting one), her final year of preschool, puzzles, Legos, ballet,
video games, playing piano and the list goes on.
Here she is at an
art studio celebrating her birthday. Please note the shirt.
If she WANTS to
become president, I would fully support that.
But I would also be fine if she wanted to become a professional pan
flute player… mostly fine. It is exciting to think what will interest her in
the coming years and what she’ll be doing 20 years from now.
For the time
being, it’s a pleasure watching her navigate the ins and outs of licking an egg
beater. (See what I did there? Ins and
outs… cause… you know. An egg beater has
spaces and holes and stuff. Funny, right?)
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