Today my first baby is six years old... SIX YEARS! Where did the time go? This sweet little sugar lump slept in my lap while I studied for law school exams, slept on a pillow next to me all night long (until I married) and was an awesome road-buddy during long car trips across the state. We had some good times, full of fast-food runs and french fry binges. She warmed to Frank quickly, especially when he learned she loved to chase a tennis ball bounced off the roof of his rental house.
I know she will come to love Franklin too. Eventually. Now she just tries to beat him into my lap when we hang out on the couch. It's ok, I understand. It's hard being the first-born, particularly when you still think you're the baby. Maybe I'll let her eat some table food tonight as a special treat, although we have to watch her weight in her old age. I would have bought Bebe a present but Frank's been a little tight with the purse these days. Oh well. Happy birthday anyway!
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