Today's my daughter's 14th birthday. She's on her way home from a class trip to Barcelona right now, so I won't get to sing to her until tomorrow.
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What??? Fourteen already? It seemed like just a moment ago she was almost going to be thirteen? And now she's fourteen? I actually had to scroll back up to be sure that was right. FOURTEEN!?!
In any case, happy mother's day for you Ali--Because 14 years ago, you became the mother of a beautiful baby girl.
Posted by: Aly | April 17, 2009 at 20:57
Wow--she's already 14! That's an interesting age. I hope you sing to her well-and Barcelona is a pretty city.
Posted by: Margaret | April 17, 2009 at 23:23
Please sing her happy birthday for me too, in whatever lanuage is appropriste at the time. And ask her to slow down on 15, please, for my sake.
Posted by: The CEO | April 18, 2009 at 01:13
Same name as my daughter who just took a school trip to Spain, remember? Happy Birthday to her!
Posted by: Betty C. | April 18, 2009 at 03:02
From my Miss C to yours happy birthday ;)
Posted by: misschris | April 18, 2009 at 07:25
Play it to her on the flute. You know you want to!
Posted by: Suzy | April 19, 2009 at 15:15