Sixteen is good.
Happy Birthday, Maddy. I love you.
As of today, she is eligible to take her behind-the-wheel driver's test!
Madeleine shares her birthday with plenty of sports figures, actors and musicians, some politicians and rulers, a few scientists and writers. She also shares her birthday with a great great great grandmother, Sarah. I sometimes wish I'd named Maddy after her.
As it was, Maddy was supposed to be Zoe -- as were all the girls, actually -- but DH didn't like it. He'd warmed to it by #3 and, knowing that our third child would be our last, he was willing to concede, but I just couldn't give a child a name that he didn't like. His whole family liked it well enough, though, and they all call her Zoe! (If we'd had a boy, he would have been David Michael after our two brothers. If we'd had more than one boy, it's anyone's guess.)
It's hard to say where Maddy's path will lead. She's interested in travel (Africa!), animals and the environment, and she likes to help people. She is a fearless, formidable champion of causes near and dear to her, but also quiet as she stands to be heard. Perhaps a future activist is in our midst.
With Maddy bringing up the rear behind Ali and Katie, so ends our little annual birthday parade. This is always a time of reflection for me and you'd think I'd get used to it, but they continue to blow me away every year. As it should be.
They're also pretty good at making me laugh. Let's have cake or somethin'!