You made me a mother. You turned "Michael" into "Dad." You led us through the boot camp of parenthood and tenderized us for the job. You make clear to us that there is beauty, hope and promise at every turn, that it is up to each of us to pick it out and savor it, to let other things fall away. I could not get through a day without you - an effervescent sprite sent to sprinkle her smiles and joy dust on everyone while reminding her mother what matters and what does not.
Sweet Catriona, I don't think I'll ever be able to find words for what you mean to me, what a remarkable young lady you choose to be.
But I'll keep trying.
Happy 11th birthday, my love. The way I see it, the beauty around you begins with you.