… my little she came along 19 years ago tomorrow. The first day of November. And this little girl brought joy to my world from the moment she entered it. She was full of stories upon arrival, so by the time she could speak… she had a lot to say… one story right into another… few breaths in between… sometimes I thought my ears were melting… sometimes I told her so… lovingly. She would wake up talking. Go to sleep singing. If I try, I can still hear her singing songs from Mary Poppins, perfectly pitched, softer and softer until they ended in mid note. I know she’s all grown up and hates it when I forget and order for her at a restaurant, but every once in a while, when she’s not looking, I stare at her and I see my little girl. Bright and shiny. Dancing along with Dick Van Dyke and Julie Andrews. Happy Birthday, M.