My angel was born sixteen years ago, this morning.
“Does she have hair?” I asked the nurse, when she told me she could feel the head. (My folks said my hair was thick and dark when I was born, “like an Eskimo.”) The nurse seemed surprised I’d ask such a thing. Not as if I’d get a refund if the baby wasn’t exactly what I wanted!
She humored me, “Yes, she’s got a lot of hair.”
Ahem. Please pardon my flashback. Today, Violet turned sixteen. She had friends over for pizza and chocolate cake, then they all went skating. V adores roller skating! Her grandma even got V purple roller skates for her birthday this year. But I may have one upped her.
Because… we got a kitten! Meet Cheeto. He tends to wake up purring, he meows a lot. He’s already made sure Peaches knows who’s boss.
That nurse wasn’t kidding about the hair either. Happy Birthday Violet!