Seven!

When you were just nine months old we moved back to Utah from Maryland. We made the trek in our little Honda Civic packed to the top. I don't know how he saw you, but a motorcycle dude decked out in leather and as burly as they come somehow made eye contact with you and he was taken with your smile. He went inside the gas station we were at and bought you a sucker. This happened to you almost everywhere I took you, people always made comments on how friendly you were and what an adorable smile you had. I heard almost daily, "She just made my day!" At a very young age you knew how to make people feel special, and loved. Here you are seven years old and still changing the world with that adorable smile. Thanks for starting me on the wildest ride of my life Kinz! I love you! I'm so glad you're mine! Happy Birthday!