Four

Today is Anna's birthday.

Sometimes, I can't even believe she's here, at all. I certainly have a hard time wrapping my mind around FOUR.

Or, as one of her sistahs put it: "I can't believe we've had her for four years."
Like a goldfish. Or a bicycle.

Have her, we do. And she's brought us so much joy, such an immediate and pure connection, and unbounded, uncomplicated love.
She was, perhaps, what we all needed.

So, happy birthday to our four-year-old. We're lucky to have you.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
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