Birthday Girl

Nineteen years ago my baby came into this world. I don't care if she's eighty-she'll always be my baby and when I say that I think of all the ways in which she isn't a baby anymore. She's grown up so much and I'm sure she'll keep growing-experiencing all that life has to offer. On her birthday as she receives all sorts of well wishes, I think I got the best gift of all- a daughter that I'm proud of...not just for what she's done...but who she is....a real woman to be reckoned with. I hope she never changes and that her blessings outnumber the hills in the Ozarks.