It’s my favorite number.
I once thought I wanted to name my daughter, Seven. (I was 12)
Tonight, as I kissed you goodnight I said: “Goodnight Six”
The look you gave me–good grief child, you’re so me.
I’d like you to stop now, please.
Happy Birthday, Princess.
You scare me.
You make me proud.
You make me happy.
You make me scream.
You make me want to be a better person.
You made me A Mama.
Happy Birthday, to you.