“What do you think?” she asked, striking a pose in the middle of the rug.
“I think it’s lovely," I said. "You look very nice.”
WB smiled with satisfaction. “I am a perfect birthday surprise.”
“You WERE a birthday surprise!" I said. "We weren’t expecting to have a baby that day. You weren’t supposed to be born for two more weeks."
“Yes," said WB as she flitted off to play. "I wanted to come early so I could start becoming.”
Happy birthday, sweetheart! The person you are becoming is pretty fantastic.
(WB's sweater vest is Tait, which I worked on -- under her close supervision -- over the summer.)