That adorable baby is TEN.
I had a few thousand words written here about how bad I feel about the past two years and how hard they were for her and how I plan to spend the next decade of her life making up for the mistakes I made in her first decade. But she's ten now. She's her own person. She's old enough to write (or not write) about herself. She's even got her own Instagram account. I hope someday she adds to what I've written about her childhood, but for now, I'm not going to post anything about her without her permission.
Except to say that I am so, so proud of her and who she is as a human being. My daughter moves through her ten-year-old universe with an astonishing level of integrity. Last week I got her school principal to apologize to her (and me) for falsely accusing her of using profanity to threaten a friend in a group text chat. She didn't do it and the only evidence I needed to be sure was that she SAID she didn't do it. My daughter can't lie. She can't deceive. She can't even be mean without immediately apologizing (except to her brother and even then she usually does).
I'd say she was growing up to be a spectacular human, but she already is one, and every day I get to learn how to be a better one simply by watching her.
Happy Birthday, Baby G.