Groundhog’s Day…big whoop…I can top that!

Yes, yes I can top Groundhog’s day. How you ask?

It was the day I met and introduced someone to the rest of the world…

Yes. That is me. Holding a less-than-two-hour-old baby. Which baby?

The one that made me wait a day past my due date.

The one that crawled funny, because she didn’t like the hardwood floors on her knees.

The one that talks from when she wakes up, to when she closes her eyes.

The one that shares a birthday with her very loved Grandpa.

The one that looks the most like me (I think)…

 

The one that just gets a kick out of life…

  

 

The one that is just a bit more ornery than the others…

 

The one that loves water…

 

The one that snuck her lambie into school on her first day of preschool with the backpack that was bigger than her that she picked out…

 

The one that has her own sense of style…

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The one that loves cheerleading and softball…

 

The one that will forever be my walking talking whirlwind…

Stormy Maureen…

 

Happy Birthday!

Thank you for making the last 8 years even brighter than we had imagined!