Happy Birthday to My Girl

My very own Divine Miss M turns 9 years old today. At precisely 8:12 pm, to be exact. Even though I have an 18 year old son, somehow it's different when the youngest start to approach the higher numbers. Not that nine is a high number in the scheme of things, mind you, but still, it seems like a lot for the time that has flown by. I thought that, in honor of her majesty's big day, I would jot down some of my observations, in no particular order:

M, you are:

• Smart as a whip
• Great at math (I like to think she got that from me)
• Curious
• Creative
• Strong
• Confident
• Brave (girlfriend rode the Tower of Terror at Disney MGM when she was barely 6!)
• Loves roller coasters
  
• Self-assertive
• Giving, just not all the time
  
• Helpful to other kids that need her
  
• Absolutely beautiful
• A book lover
• So much like me sometimes that I am alternately fascinated and scared to death
  
• A red belt in karate
• Color blind as it pertains to people
  
• A good and loyal friend
• The owner of a great sense of humor
  
• Going to be an amazing woman

And you are also:

• Stubborn as a mule (see self-confident above)
  
• A very picky eater
• Mean to your little brother way too often
• Turning into a teenager right before my eyes. It's too soon for that!
• A whiner
• Not one to pick up after yourself
• Convinced beyond all reason that the world has to be FAIR
  
• Apparently afraid of heights, which doesn't compute with your love of roller coasters
• Going to need braces in the near future

All in all, a fascinating, often frustrating and exasperating combination. But one that I definitely think I can live with, and love to the end of my days.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE. I LOVE YOU.