Carolette

Seventeen years plus twelve days ago, a child was born.

Not just any child. One with a round head and a small nose. The first sound she made was silence, the first action she took was blinking.

Little did she know the world she had just entered, little did she know the havoc she would wreak on it. A split open eyebrow, many cuts and
bruises, and a couple sliced open knees later,
she is still kicking, alive and healthy.

And we couldn't be more thrilled. Seriously.

Happy Belated Birthday, young one.