I miss the little girl who giggled without inhibition and snuggled to my heart’s content. I miss the child who thought her parents were hilarious and laughed at all of our jokes. I miss the girl who would hold my hand crossing the street – or hold my hand just because. I miss the little girl who dressed in pretty pink and purple and let me brush and braid her hair. I miss the little girl who saw just about every outing as an adventure.

There are so many things I mourn as you grow up, but oh how I love the beautiful young woman you have become. Happy Birthday, Hannah Roo!

Fifteenth Birthday

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