The faculty of making stupid discoveries by accident. The name of my first Fantasy Football Team. Neither of which have anything to do with this blog. I just like the word. Deal with it !!!!!!
Happy Birthday to you…
Dear Maggie Kate
21 years ago this afternoon you made your entrance into this world. I can still remember that day as though it was yesterday. ( Happily I didn’t feel as awful back then as I did for the real yesterday.)
Upon coming home from the hospital, I named you Worm, a name that has stuck with you since. You were all bundled up because it was February but the minute we removed all the swaddling you moved like a squirming worm…
You have grown from a little tomboy to a bigger tomboy housed in a beautiful woman’s body. Not only are you beautiful outside, you are beautiful inside too. You shine with enthusiasm, stubborness (which you get from both sides of your family) and most importantly an amazing sense of independance. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, you have shown that independant streak since the day you were born, refusing to look at your dad as he leaned into the cradle to take one of the first of many pictures.
I look back on those pictures and they all make me smile. My favourites include you in your high chair, half naked on your first birthday eating half a grapefruit at Gramma and Grampa’s. You had a fever that night but you still managed to eat – Hmmm…LOL You sitting on the floor with your skirt all splayed out around you, you and Alex dressed for Halloween…the list goes on to more recent pictures. You and Gramma at the house at Presquile, you and Bosco, you dressed up like Ragedy Anne…
I always say that you got all your good qualities from me. Alas, it is time for me to come clean. Although I had a hand in some (or would like to think so) you are what you are because of your mom and dad. No one is prouder of you than them, although there are many standing in line behind them.
You latest adventure has taken you into a realm of entreprenuership with the love of your life. May your love for him and your dream of your own business last a lifetime.
I couldn’t love you move if you had been my own daughter. There are a million things I could write here but I don’t want to embarrass you any further. So I won’t.
I wish you the happiest of birthdays today Magz. At 21 years old you can vote in any country in the world, you can drink in any country that allows drinking and most importantly, you can DRIVE in New York City.
Have a great day and many many more birthdays.
I love you Magz.