First of all, Hillers- when you're all awkward in 7th grade with pimples and a low self-esteem, you have to remember 2 things:
1. You were born a survivor. I remember when I found out I was pregnant with you: I took a pregnancy test on a lunch break from my terrible job and 2 bold lines showed up. Dada was in a meeting and I was driving to a conference and I wanted to tell someone so badly. Out of the blue this cat dashed onto the busy highway and dodged cars like a freaking champ. I feared he was a goner. Despite the great danger, he weaved through traffic seamlessly to safety. I am a believer, girl, and I took this was a sign that you were meant to be.
Little did I know that 2 months later I would come down with appendicitis and that ultimately you would be born during a hurricane/tornadoes and therefore we would have no pictures of your first hours of life.
Luckily, your entrance was memorable. You arrived in style.
Which brings me to #2. You've always had a natural coolness to you. In fact, I hope I'm cool enough to hang out with long after you stop needing me to lift you from your crib so you can be on your merry way.
You love to hang out and have a good time, but you're not going to lose sleep over the naysayers. You know what you want and you go for it.
Hillers, you're tough as nails and you're cool as hell. You love your doggies and it looks like you have your Dada's eyebrows. And you loooove your sister, Jackie. And she loves you. I see love through the hair-pulling. And if that changes, you're both grounded. Because she is the best big sister ever and you are what cool little sisters are made of.
I love you, Nugget. Happy 1st Birthday!
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