She's the second in a set of almost-Irish-twins. She's the second middle child. She's the second girl.
But she's the first child to look like me. She's the first to suggest a frog hunt. She's the first to comfort her baby brother. She's the first to make new friends and the first to help me in the garden. She's almost always the first to forgive, and she's definitely the first I turn to when I need some affirmation.
M is intense.
When she's happy, she's ecstatic.
When she's angry, she is terrifying.
She plays dress up in the mud and reads while hanging upside down.
M is well on her way to being my mini-me. I apologize.
She also happens to be 6 years old today.
Happy birthday, Porgs!
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