May her birthday balloons carry her wishes up to the ears of the angels

It’s her birthday.

She deserves more than I can give her.

She is the best person that I know, the most loving. So special and sincere.

She is little, still. Small enough to hold and rock. Tiny enough for piggy back rides, sand pits, and play grounds.

Little enough for hugs and cuddles.

I love her so much.

My little girl, the one who is here to change the world.

May she have everything good that her heart desires.





I am the Grim Reaper of the written word; the place where words come to die. If words don’t make me sing, I kill them. It’s an editor’s job and I love the power