Oh my Susannah sunshine. You are so much (and getting so much more by the day). And on this day, this awesome day…
You are a hand on the hip, an eye roll comedic enough to keep you out of trouble, and a muttered aside that Vaudeville would’ve killed for.
You are first in line for the mechanical bull– and a bolstering crossing of yourself followed by a whispered, “You’ve got this.” (And you did. And, in that moment, you might’ve just become an Actual Catholic.)
You are eyes welling up in broken-hearted empathy.
You are unrestrained bear hugs yet very careful questions.
You are an earth-scorcher for anyone dumb enough to thwart you.
(You are also first to apologize.)
You are starry-eyed over science…yet don’t really believe overmuch in gravity.
You are Hamilton and The Greatest Showman and James Taylor and Luis Fonsi and a charming amount of Enya.
You are the same exasperated sigh that you were on Day One in that tiny pink hat.
You are I Think I’m About Ready For A Skateboard.
You are, at least according to yourself, Yellow-Haired. (But you are also, at least according to yourself, mermaid-eyed.)
You are exactly for whom puns were created.
You also happen to be the perfect “GET IT?!” face.
You are not going to take this one sitting down.
You are dialogue and character and whimsy and everything I’d ever hoped you’d fall into with books.
You are confidence. So much confidence. (No, seriously, where did all of that confidence come from?)
You are the rainbow baby I knew would come really, really soon.
You are an offering of bravery in a held hand- with a voice to lend, if you need it.
You are the medium-small girl who’ll one day become one of my favorite grownup best friends, I just know it.
You are seven.
You are so, so loved.
We are so, so grateful.
(Happy birthday, Suzy Mae.)
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