Daisies in Her Footsteps

My first born, my teacher, my light, my wit, my rock, my clarity, my hope... she turns 13 in 2 hours.  I knew it was coming, but I'm still reeling.  It was not that long ago I was no mother, I knew nothing of it.  And then a free spirit came along to show me the way.

While I know you don't wear the same thing every day, nor do you smoke pot - we can consider those lyrics metaphors for your particular devil-may-care way of moving about in joy and radiance.  You are someone who leaves a wake of hope and clarity behind you wherever you go.  We see daisies in your footsteps, my sweet.

Happy birthday. Happy every day.