I mean honestly, surely not mine? Abby’s maybe. She’s far too gorgeous, it’s insane. It’s absurd, it’s ridiculous, it’s difficult to accept. And it doesn’t stop with her looks, she is the most amusing and amused little girl with a boundless capacity for joy, curiosity, and honesty. If she’s done with a thing, she’ll tell you, you’ll know. She does not worry even a teensie bit about offending anybody, she’s just herself in the brightest and best way. She rules. 

With her first summer behind us, it really felt like Fall on our morning walk today. We spent a lot of time bathed in the orange glow of our woodstove last winter, and I expect this winter to be much the same, except we’ll be dancing around and playing like maniacs together instead of just being sleepy. Though I’m sure there will be plenty of time to get sleepy, too. 

It’s her first birthday tomorrow and I think it’ll be the biggest party we’ve ever had. Most of the usual suspects from her baby shower will be in attendance, plus many of the new friends we’ve made since she was born. All to celebrate Roby, it feels very right. 

I haven’t written the letter I plan to, I’ve been a bit busy, but I will, and I hope she’ll think it’s good in twenty years.