10/12/2026
My sweetest little self proclaimed “bad gorl” turned 7 on Saturday. The girl who sports platinum Disney princess hair, a spunky uncontrollable dance and a s**t eating grin every day of her life. My last baby who has demanded to do everything herself since the day she could speak, which for the first two years required translation through her Irish twin. The naughtiest, sweetest and silliest girl who stands ten toes down on everything she does and says. She wears her heart on her sleeve, easily broken and even more easily loved back to wholeness. My biggest helper and most enthusiastic cuddle buddy. The first to apologize and the quickest to compliment. She feels everything, sees everyone and loves through and through. Still begs for steak and Mac and cheese everynight and refuses to touch a cooked veggie. Has a unique taste for cavier and NA b**r. She’s the only baby I had who I felt totally prepared for and in loving her so deeply I’ve healed so much of myself and my inner child. Seven years of loving you, crying and laughing beside you, and receiving 400 little folded love notes from you each day. Youve make our family so much louder, exponentially sillier, and so much sweeter. I wish I could freeze time right here with you, but I’m so lucky I get to witness you growing into exactly who you are. I love you so so big, Vita pita 💕