Nineteen

In honor of her birthday, here’s a Haiku about Elizabeth –

She smells like sweetness

Always doing her best work

Gentle yet mighty

Today I visited during her lunch break at work.  (It’s a sure sign of adulthood to work without complaining on your birthday, isn’t it?)  I sat and listened to her recount her morning, and marveled at how beautiful, strong, and capable she is.  So much awesomeness in such a tiny package.  Bundle of joy, still.

Love you, sweet girl!