Tomorrow is her birthday.
And I just spent waaaaay too long searching other blogs and fb photo stashes for this ultra gorgeous picture of her on her wedding day. She will know the one. But I couldn't find it.
These will do. She changes her hair a lot and has been changing it since she was a bitty girl and brought home a half bottle of hair dye she bought at a yard sale. She had a natural Aleut do the day she was born. That was perfect. When she was almost two her hair was a cap of auburn spiral curls. We have a shot of her at a picnic with the teeny sweaty ringlets and that, too, was perfect.
Her wedding day hair do was another work of art.
So, I don't know for sure why she keeps changing it. I would recognise that puss anywhere and have loved it from the instant I saw it almost thirty years ago. (See how I cleverly worked that in? Eh? Eh?)
The hair, any color, any style is a bonus.
This is the first baby I got to keep.
The first baby I got to bring home.
She was a miracle then and she is a miracle now.
She spreads her own miracles, too.
Happy Birthday, Beaty Beats.
(just once more, okay?)
xoxo, Mommy
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