Happy birthday little Ladybug! Miss Kinzie, you are loved mightily and greathly and with all abandon by your Nana and Paw-Paw W.
Thank you for being a bright star in our lives.
Thank you, too, for carrying on a tradition that your Nana unwittingly started with your auntie Lessa.
A very long time ago (not for me, but for you, because you are so much younger) your Nana was going to have her first baby. And your Nana’s Grandma Abbott (that would be your Great-Great-Grandma Abbott)Â had a birthday coming up on February 16th. As the days came closer she was so very sure that your Auntie Lessa would be born on her special day.
I even fell down the second story wrought iron icy steps on the way to take Grandma Abbott some home-made soup and she thought SURE that would make your Auntie Lessa be born on HER (77th)Â birthday. But, even falling down steps would not make Auntie Lessa come a day sooner than SHE chose to come.
And, even though your Nana stayed pretty busy on Grandma Abbott’s birthday, cleaning house, washing the floors and clothes and dishes and anything else that could stand to be washed . . . even THAT did not make your Auntie Lessa come on Grandma Abbott’s special day.
Nope! Labor didn’t start until just after midnight, which, of course was February 17th! That, of course, assured Auntie Lessa of having her very own birthday.
Much the same thing happened when your Mama became pregnant with you, little one. Auntie Lessa got all sorts of excited because she was SURE that you would be born on HER 31st birthday.
You sure fooled her, huh? You have your very own, your own special-ist day . . . and that is today, the 18th.
Happy birthday, my girl!
love, Nana
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