Some of you met Caroline when she was two months old: we got snowed in at the Farpoint convention which was dubbed “Snowcon.” Everyone was worried about her. “Is there enough food for the baby?” kept being asked. Our response was simple: “She’s nursing. Feed the mom and the baby is fine.”
And now she’s thirteen. The first child I’ve had who became a teenager without the threat of a divorce hanging over her head, so this birthday is a lot more relaxed. Plus it’s not snowing today, which is surprising. She was born on the day of a horrific snowstorm and it has snowed on the vast majority of her birthdays since then. Tomorrow is her party which will be Harry Potter themed.
Please join me in wishing my little girl a happy 13th birthday.
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