Saturday, October 22, 2011
happy birthday, bird
You never had much fashion sense when you were small. Used to wear your swim suit over sweat pants or moon boots with shorts. Years later you would ask me, "Mom, how could you let me dress myself?" as if I had any say. I always started out the day with you looking cute and presentable but before noon you had changed into some other odd combination. In fact, some days it was hard to keep any clothes on you at all.
I think of all this now and it makes me miss that quirky and endearing little girl so much. In a blink, you were all grown up. And now it's you (and your sister) who give me fashion and style tips and save me from my old lady self.
Happy Birthday, Kenzie. You're pretty great.