It's even harder for me to believe that a whole year has passed since I gave birth to Elaine than it was for me on Val's first birthday. In just that time she's gone from a shouting, expressive, 8-pound tiny little person to a shouting, expressive 21-pound slightly larger person. There's one thing about her that has never changed (and I hope it never does) - this girl can express herself and she does so often. Even as she was an endlessly wailing infant, Superman and I had to smile at her perfect expressions of misery and woe (I for one, wish I could have expressed my own misery and woe so effectively!)
Happy Birthday, little big girl. I'm so glad you're mine.