Birthday Girl

Happy Birthday Kiddo.

I had an entry in progress, full of neat little things you've said and done throughout your (so far very interesting) 14 years, but I was only on year 4 and it had already gotten pretty damn wordy. So...lemme sum up.

Kiddo is the toddler who started giving out Hallowe'en candy from her own bag when we ran out one year.

Kiddo is the kid who always finds some little gifty for me whenever I let her loose at a street fair/music festival/whatever.

Kiddo will argue any point into the ground.

Kiddo can cook. No, I mean - COOK. She pulled together a shrimp in champagne sauce that could have made the Baby Jesus weep one night.

Kiddo can out-swear you. No...really.

Kiddo mixes a mean vodka tonic.

Kiddo re-designs her t-shirts and sews them back together and gets compliments and where'd-you-get-that's all the time on them.

Kiddo is one of those rare people that understands both Algebra AND Geometry.

Kiddo has an amazing alto voice.

Kiddo is a slob.

Kiddo gives and gives and gives,but you have to be willing to take it all, even the swear words and the sarcasm and the little messes she leaves everywhere.

Kiddo has no interest in being like anybody else, she wants to be her. And somehow, she has managed to figure out this desire and expresses it at 14.

I want to be my daughter when I grow up.

Happy birthday baby. You are the best thing I've ever done.

I love you.