I have been a mother for six years. Six years. Usually I write Ruby a letter on her birthday, but I've become more and more slack on that over the last few years and I don't think mere words could even start to convey how I feel about her. She is without a doubt the most lovely and complicated human being I've ever met. She's smart (taught herself to read! It just magically came forth one day), generous, gracious, sensitive, and really really funny. She's an amazing artist, a (usually) patient big sister, a beauty, a great friend, and a gentle soul. I guess I can put some of it into words.
This year we had our first ever mother/daughter fancy restaurant birthday lunch and it was magical. We've agreed to do it every year for the rest of our lives. I'm committed to instilling snobby food values into this kid, I tell ya. I think forcing her to go to garage sales and thrift stores balances it out.
Oh, and here is the progress on her "real" birthday doll. Not much, eh? I'm trying people, I'm trying.
